My sorrows make me trace my thought -
The steps I took, the leaps I'll take -
I do what I forgot, and it's not enough,
But while I lay here in PJ's, wide Awake,
My heart enacts a stolen wish -
The things I want and what I need -
I have my powers to unleash,
But as I want, I become Greed...
My future holds a nothing-ball -
The paint on it changes daily -
I can't rainbow it back at all,
But as I dare color Freely,
My hands are dirty and tired -
The phalanges crack, lashes tear -
I feel like a puppet, though I'm not wired,
But balls joggle on, what clearly stays is Fear.