2There's socks on the floor,
Clothes on the bed.
No time to sort
The thoughts in my head.
My wardrobe is open,
Skeletons broken apart.
How can i stop
What i didn't start?
I liked the direction
My feet were going.
Happiness i reaped;
Results of my sowing
In walked the man,
I handed control.
Little did i know
It was really my soul.
He gave me cloth
To start to weave
A veil to hide
My weak naive.
I knew the reality
But i didn't care.
Question the man,
I didn't dare.
I could have guessed
The sad conclusion,
Of living in
His pretty illusion.