If I could trick you to amend,
I’d collect all jester’s mirth,
And fill the core and façade to mend,
To fill unto whatever would be dearth

You came lasting in blight intrusion,
Your roots would breathe on blistered land,
While I be oblivious of your embrace infusion,
Whilst I saw you there on precarious sand

I saw the silhouette of that entity,
I saw em walking with density,
I saw em brief but in long obscurity,
I saw a ghost amidst its none vivacity,
I saw em walking down the streets alone,
Unseen, discreet in perfect flows,
Like rivers touched won’t change to show,
No embrace just clouds and what he knows,
With dreary eyes in reverie features,
With mind distracted in dozy pictures,
In prison dimmed with wary strictures,
Resolving evils with vague infers,
And so I saw,
I saw the silhouette of that entity,
I saw him walking with density,
But in his shadow of his obscurity,
Amidst his non vivacity,

I saw more than I could’ve seen,
I saw where I am and where I’ve been

Mind be varied, my endeavor,
I reside above the strings of a puppeteer,
And you in me on a distant moor,
Just come back as how you were before

Malady mind dance from behind,
Behind a line in vague silhouettes of unmoving time,
Like puppet’s swirl prancing up and down,
At the back of a laughter of a teasing clown