Storm in the teacup
Rising smoke, burnt offering, no fire
The one with the touch of gaga,MIDAS
Eagle eyed. Thoughts like air all over
Worrying lost, lost, worry not
Weep not O child
Thoughts bound tearing through the circumspect
Bathed shadow brushing certitude,faint
Paint wild glowing bright
One day the cock would grow it's first tooth
They would marvel, indeed the world world would marvel
Although the certitude of it may be zero,
The hero is coming to wipe away their fears
I, riding on the shadows
Like a golden sinister loving lost
Shadows of reality would say her lots
Oh! What a change from  the norm
What a scornful surprise
Waking up to change, reality
Indeed, what a storm in a teacup