Night hoodwinked conscious

Night hoodwinked the conscious,

Lost in time,

Spent in delinquent summer spells ,

Locked in a lustrous summer haze ,

Please stop this playground games,

For I am no juvenile,

But a seasoned self saboteur,

Famed fortune dweller,

Reality rejects me ,

Like post natal depression,

For I have no kingship,

To hold for ransom,

Perplexed by a blind man's lexicon,

Blighted by the skewered visions,

Of a grizzled pragmatist ,

Searching for a beacon,.

In this labyrinth ,

Foolishly I thought it was you ,

Scribing my destiny ,

Seer like ,

Before I met you,

I loved life ,

But now I just exist,

In the foreground like a colourless cloud,