Where is your heart?

 

 She likes to sit alone, she pleads to be alone.
She wonders about the day in the sky Et how Et why the night has drifted without goodbye.
She thinks that life is what not you dream of,rather that of deceit Et despise.
She is no longer with hope, nor does she mope.she thinks you are all fools, searching for her to loose her Witts Et sensibilities.
she fears you not. 
she cares you never.
Your racing tactics Et foolish jaunts.

dearest, dearest you must run along.

For in time you shall see, you won’t find her. 
none.power oh power, spare her the fables….Go back to your stables. Working on poems, because
by the looks of it, 2022 shall
be a very hidden agenda. 

yours,RS