Trickery

Trickery to be played
dark and gloomy days
Peace to never find, as
I embark in a haze.

Standards to set low
as these words always
flow, no diffrence to see
just another side to be.

A cape to wear, under it
I live in dispair. New seasons
to breath, wishing it was me.
Flippant and always worthy.

Hide and seek, treasures in
time to see. Oceans spring
to life for me, splendidly. In
time to see who I was meant
to be...maybe in blackness I
will see....