Self clinging
Over spinning
Maze binding
Forever blinding

This… little masquerade

Never finding
Always running
Not touching
Only wanting

This… little

Road snaking
Blurry beginning
But never ending

This...

Was us, before blowing the whistle…


1804*C^T

catty Alonzo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b4-masquerade/