Time slips away,
as you prepare my
farewell;
And I drown into
the ocean of thoughts,
unprepared, alone
as I gnaw at my cage
relentless,
as the pomp
is heard outside.
The wings cut off and
freedom seized for
the shallow prestige
of the vultures.
The words given, now
wash away with
the water,
as I desperately try to
find it,
and identity and faces
changed for the
benefit of some.
The boneless spectators,
watch as I am
made to dance,
in the show of Honour.
As I become "dignified".
