What Now?

begging.

If I could force the hand
that moves this clay
Heaven knows I would.
But who wouldn't?

wishing life would change
but that would be called luck

not our normal pace.

My destiny floats in the mouth of someone
who doesn't understand

I wish he would listen..
He doesn't know his power

Some people want,some need
But one will do without,Sir..
if you clench your fist

Candles cast a shadow on our wall
but there aren't enough
for this castle
and no cake to put them in

Make up your mind.

Tears fall in the dust
and the flour
so that I can't tell the difference

Then it rains and the
muddy mess
falls at the feet
of the blind unjust