Your love is so fickle
Sometimes it shines
With a brilliance that’s blinds me
Some days it lies dormant
Imperceptible in inky shadows
Either way
I am left floundering
My arms held aloft
Bracing myself
For the inevitable
Fall

I'm exhausted from this rutine,
I need for my soul some medicine.
With a slow pace time passes.
Am I a sheep among the masses?

Every day at six I'm awake.
Portal quote; don't believe the cake.
So why don't I just walk away?
We both know I will, but not today.