This Buoy Of Clay

 
In future
only speak
what you
mean to say
then every other
week
I wouldn't feel
this way
misguided
and lop sided
and in dis-array
so lost
that's why
you'll find me , blindly
in the wrong day
hiding from the
bright lights
shining
that's just incase
one of them
might be lying
in the wrong ray
I'm docked
in hells bay
my stocks
now crashed
I'm un-payed
all roads
are bashed
crazy paved
with a big thanks
to our fate
the branch
I climbed on , time bombed
after the break
was I a second
too late
for loves groove , moved  
into hate
I patiently
sat in wait
like a big cat
watching prey , grey
to fade
into a daze
was I a phase
a toy to play
a buoy of clay
down to the shail
a sunken whale
some drunken tale
outgrown
and blown away
only lonely to hold
on a diving plane
wearing rings
of fools gold
thinking that
life is great
with my youth
done and old
and all truth
really fake
I hope that
you know , now
I'm done
end of case.