Can you see the shaded hue
of a slightly slanted point of view
that leads the mind towards silky tunes
of mad men laughing at the moon?

For here I stand as they bellow on
in search of the dimly hope filled dawn.
I grasp at a verse of a newly sung song,
it helps to parade my feet along.

Received I was in an open house
and feed by young mans lovely spouse
yet still I felt as though left out
for a one track lone mans mind will doubt.

For doubt is what I did indeed,
I held their love aloft of me;
Armed with smooth black hands of thieves,
I stole that which I couldn't achieve.

Looking over this piece of mind
which I had acquired in no good time.
With hands I thought were way to sly,
but was it just that I was blind?

Now young man smiles ruefully
his eyes laughing at my simplicity.
"Why steal what's given free!"
"In the book, and the word of a man like me."