Yellow leaves and their shadows

All thoughts aboard, astray, abound,

They seem to lose what I've just found.

You seem to be another glitch,

Aloof and cold and within reach.

Another stitch, another draw.

We score the goals through open doors.

Atop, beneath the starless sky

There used to be just you and I.

There used to gaze with gentle grace

Upon your face, without a trace

Of guilty grief or fake relief.

I am so cheap. A thief in chief

You are, in charge.

Some more groundwater to recharge.

Some more ground rules

To break, to stamp.

The stubborn mules,

The star-born prince, in his attempt

To know the world, he might

Have left his rose to wilt.

Is there a chance to reignite

The life, the spark through all this guilt?

Through all this mess?

Get on your knees, no more, no less.

Arrest my thoughts, arrest my self,

Lock me in cellars of grey cells.

Forget me not, forgive me not,

I'll drink and rot. I fought

And lost. To quench the thirst,

Some things go first.

Some never last.

A broken lock

And shattered trust.