I threw a game
The dog ran fast to
Back came the game.
I want to loose the game.
Not too old or young for the game.
The sense and taste now carves for things
that once felt never could make a beautiful picture.
Dawn of truth-
how vain and effortless surfacing riches
superficial dreams & drama
leading to nothing but nothingness!
But it is the case of ease for all this vain
that tempts the thrower to
unconsciously yearn the innocent dog into
bringing back The Game.