And with a final bow, the thought was gone

And the protection was for me

A simple idea, why couldn’t I keep it

What were they trying to say holding a hand over my mouth

Was it keeping me from moving forward or falling south?

A battle to keep as the walls become thin

Because of the stares that continued to pierce it

A book with no words a painting without color

A family without a sister, brother or mother

An empty song that had a name but always forgotten once more

I’m glad that I had kept you sane while I had started to bore

You and the others a rumor without doubt

A play to entertain

It was a good idea but now it was gone

And with a bow it went out with a bang