...

I kid you not

I am the fool

Who plays the game

And posts the goal

For you to throw

The ball

That never lands

Into the hands

Of the oven warmer

Apron strings added

Run for your life

There is a

Warranty

Attached

All illusions

Smashed

In the mirror

Of self-discovery

Minor defects

Are not in the radar

A brand new-awakening

Breaks the the silence

Purple-pink dawn

Over desert mesa

On the road

To ancient

New-born

Self-discovery