Monday, 13 August 2012
I was riding on a high horse,
Looking like a fool.
Sitting astride a steed
As if the world's at my beck and call.
A rogue I am
Trying to pass off a distorted version of me.
The deck of cards are falling,
The mighty horse has turned out to be Trojan
Like a jester
Whose smile is plastered on my face
The joke is on me.
((( september 6.2011.tuesday.2108hrs. )))