The Watchman

I looked for him;

He didn't find me. 

The watchman;

His gracious bounty.

Playing tricks on me,

On us, on you 

"The morning comes"

He yields, with dew. 

Time is like the spokes on 

wheel,

Til' it pops a flat

And makes you 

Feel.

Old 

And Fat.

The morning comes,

Day after day,

Night after night 

Darkest grey, before the light. 

Again 

I sin 

'Missed the spoke.

It held me up,

Gave me hope.

How was I to know,

Did you?

Red pill, blue pill 

Is it true?

Was that enough,

I didn't think so

But now 

I know.

I fell flat. 

Too.