All I know is to run
And chase
Lay idle and glum
Invoke pity
In which I am known to succumb
My attention is glazed
To the onlookers hum
Yet where is my friend?
My gold-haired chum

"He's gone"
Unfound
My heart is a drum
Left beaten
I yell amongst the onlookers shun
"He'll return"
I lie
To indulge in the numb
Night rattled my mind
So I'll wait for the sun