Fictitious characters we call gods have before me now arrived
changing time’s pernicious sleep
playing torrid games with my life
simply a pawn in this game of sheep
Ignorant actions send me whirling
deep into a proverbial drain
time forbids me now from worrying
the damage has dulled the pain
Youth in life’s abundant ignorance
Lead by those alike failed by those that came before
Never knowing the guidance of parents
My frame crumbles from its core
I simply will disappear from the now
forever will I not be known
knowledge of me, time will disavow
thus the rip in time’s sleep will be sewn.