You are my decision-maker

Hope and soul-forsaker

You blind me with your stark reality

And standard "sagacity"

You trail me backwards

Instead of forwards

Until I can't recognise my own

Voice anymore-

The mask I wear

Is an image of you -

On every wall

Hangs a likeness of you

And now I have faith.

I have resigned myself to fate -

No-one gets what they want

In the end.

And I'll continue that trend......