“Stop!”
“Thief!”
You steal me away,
when you want me.
Throw me away,
when you don’t.
You feed me a bone.
Then stand on the clouds,
and look down upon me.
“Stop!”
“I’ve had enough.”
And I can’t even see you.
You hide yourself beneath your gold,
beneath the shade.
The shade of the trees,
is where you laugh,
drowning out the world.
And you ask if I am feeling well,
As if it is a card in your game.
And feed me tales,
about hiding beneath the ground,
burning in my fire.
And why do you want to burn?
Or talk about being burned?
When all I see,
is dying.
“Stop!”
“Thief!”
“I’ve had enough."