Wanting to see the moon,
waiting in for the tide,
hiding out to play out your life,
You see a mirror reflect the same still image,
you watch wheel spin round...
everything ceases to change...
not content to watch in pain,
as it seems everyone else has their own way,
you want to toss the dice,
take a chance on the moment.
Questions hidden for you to find,
mazes full of ghouls to you or I,
your desperate race,
you sense change.
The hardest lesson of them all,
a brief second of insight,
flash of your downfall,
tied to the bed of regret,
fallen to the floor in a bid to reset,
those lay day wasted.