And in the night you’re just a fly-by
Can’t think nor help nor wonder why
You’re a glint in the eye of disaster.
Do you cry when you know you’re not past her?
See her fluttering float by
Be angry at self, others, self
She should be gathering dust on high shelf!
Bright day warm gold clouds wisp by…
Beat at your chest with pain – die
Beg to the gods this pain shan’t repeat
Have you learned your lesson now, not to cheat?