Anyway Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Lest my thoughts betray me,
As they do each dying day,
Do not ask for me,
Do not wander far into my soul,
I will lead you astray.

It is not as it use to be.
Minuscule & blank,

Now it is grand,
"Elder" says the man,
In the purple shirt.

Finer silk be none,
And that is what you prefer.

The greed, the pride, the fame,
I am stuck in a loop,
You have left me there to drain.

Each ounce like a pint,
Each minute like a hour,

Drain my blood,
My soul, my body.

I would give it all to you,
Without the logic to perplex,
I have been in love you,
But when I say it,
I feel down,
I feel depressed.