guessing games.

traps are set when playing guessing games

And knuckles are laid bare 

out across the lands As crumbs lead back 

to bakers dozens.
maybe your realise that the building 

Doesn’t  maketh the man and madness

Of trying to keep up with a mouse

Playing guessing games.
Can often go hand in hand waltzing 

Down a lonely stream of burgeoning 

Consciences that won’t let you sleep 

And dreams fade away as you.
Fold away a bed in polythene and

Count the days till the pyrotechnics

And remember those signs in nature.
Theses  seasons often need a refill.