Living a hollowed existence,
An unrestrained machine rages inside.
Been lead by both hands,
Trapped behind a stoneclad wall.
Wanting changes in what's been dealt,
The cards care not your friends.
Sifting through the vast pockets,
Baron and neglected from overuse.
Drearier days will lie ahead,
No preparation in forethought.
Leafless trees throughout the squares,
Crowded from the enveloping shadows.
Walking alone inside a globe,
Clouded visions from all sides.
Home is where the heart is,
Then why have well all left?
Don't take your life at fave value,
Virtue lies within the beholder.
Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison