You reflection is

deformed not be algae and 

peeling paint, but lies 

Interwoven lines

of lies and lover's wooing 

are poesy's perch   

Scorched earth bitten by

the sun and ravaged by man 

yearns for a rebirth 

This circus ain't got 

no bread, fun, nor daring-do,

just clowns and taxes 

Leggo my ego

he cried as the world snatched at 

his ineptitude 

The sound of rain so

soft, murmurs sweetly a tale 

of gentle slumber 

Tangled routes of torn

and twisted roadway before 

us will soon straighten