Different strokes for different folks
A blind man said but he never spoke.
He was pushed
Until they broke his mind.
Some guy talking at me third degree.
I had to rearrange him so he’d let me be.
He was set adrift.
Lost at sea as they say.
Icarus flew too close to the Sun.
He was busy looking out for number one.
So easily done. A flick of the wrist
You might say.
No more final mistakes.
No more final great escapes.
There’s nothing left for you to fake.
Don’t look back as you turn the page.