It’s safer to stay
Behind the walls,
To look out,
Through a window closed.
It never pays to play the game,
To go insane beyond the pane.
The only thing they do for you,
Is drag your shredded Thoughts,
Across a field of poison ivy.
Dried scratched,
In pieces lay,
Ideas once contained.
Hopes lesson lost.
Wishing always waiting,
For the rain to fall.
knotalya 