Scatter your thoughts like a broken mirror.
Bad luck you say? Toss me a beer.
Stumble and grumble, dance and stray.
Tell everyone what you want to say.
Regroup your actions and ease your mind.
I'll take back what was once mine.
A utopia of peace. A sliver of violence.
I can now take this lingering silence.
It took me less time than I concluded.
But only a couple days were excluded.
Thank you kind sir, even if it lasts only a short trot.
You have helped me the most, believe it or not.
Hidden well, secrecy is reason.
I'm over this act of what I thought was treason.