Floating in clouds of make believe
Ground’s fallen from under my feet.
Sun shines down so brilliant
On a world that no longer sings.
Words and phrase are influential.
Sweet nothings match random shine.
For while just flying high,
greeted by an ungrateful smile.
A bit cheated and a lot squandered.
Dreams are tender things, don’t let them wander.
Sold before even seeing them, I gather!
On a month, a lifetime, draw down the shutters.