Lunacy

The observation,

Be it clear,

Chariots and horses,

Steered by lunacy.

The wind change,

Blows in her face,

And canter to sprint,

Shall send her,

Away.

Nothing more,

Can she do,

Steed is sure,

That the danger,

Is behind it,

And the energy flows,

So much stronger,

Than her reign.

To say,

That she was a good friend,

Now she has forgotten,

The daily deeds I did

To say more,

But still less,

I’ll forget her person,

In good time.

Who she is,

Worries the soul.

And to say I’m young,

Is still true,

But I know my time here,

Wasn’t for her gain,

Only mine,

In lessons,

Of this life.

I doubt,

Shell learn much.”