Running in circles
Seeking for confidant
Words of humble
Reject them, none that he can’t
Invited some of the few
Into his wicked little world
As he believed they’ve seen through
The cause of his struggle
It’s not their promises
That granted them the permission
But movements of their bodies
Judging from their actions
A skeptic, he may be
He was taught by history
Tongue to tell lies
Also can done through one’s eyes.
SHiDi
23 January 2011, 21:18
