Inevitable it was
for the little kin to stray from its den
and fall into the hole of another
stumbled, staggered and fled
and sticks up their chin all the same
as a child, glued to their game.
Strung up those far-fetched dreams
making its way down heavy-rocked streams



S    C    R    E    A     M
                         U    N   S  T  E   A        D Y
S  O  D  D  E  N
                S
                     O
                                      H           E           A           V             Y


…



It’s curfew now.
Make your way home, safe and sound
And find a reason to wake up tomorrow
For another round