A lesson learned in time?
Over exposed…in the darkest reaches of my mind.
Happens…sometimes on my way back home…where I no longer belong.
Most definitely, in childhood songs.
Lyrics where I had hoped to belong.
Always, a smile for the audience of one.
All skills set in the dust below my feet.
Intentions in a dug…well…dried in defeat.
The flawed teacher said,
‘only five seconds for showers!’
I, the student, whispered,
‘Put away your cross come down from your tower of power!’