CREATIVE MOCKERY
- Jul 17
- 1 min read
By Selven Raine
I wait for the drops of rain
To wash away my... paper boat
What?
Did you actually believe I was going to master some brilliant metaphor?
I never do
And when I do...
I don’t.
I wait for the first light of morning
Or perhaps a higher entity could light the way and show me where I’m going
As I said
I am not one to be profound
It is merely that I am drunk...
And this appears to be an unsteady ground
I wait... for my prince charming
Galloping on white horse
My saviour, my night in shining armour...
A wand, a lamp... a magic object of the sort
A lightsaber would be nice... could definitely use the force
Well... to be fair, I’m waiting for the train to come
And this is quite a boring day
I’m done.