Sharp chaos shattered glass all around on a scared wooden floor.
The brutal bull has left a mess.
It stalks me still.
Oh, how amused it must be.
Another carupt vandal in my life.
Now comes the loving hummingbird set to replace every shard.
Out of innocence only, I ask am I a white knight on a silver steed?
Is it for guilded glory and wilted honor?
A splinterd lance pincushioning some random wind mill.
Taking spiritual stock one more time.
I ask am I an addled food?
Mind cooked and irrational.
Who is to say?
Bull, hummingbird, or knight I can not find my inner self.
Broken glass lay all about, a danger to tender feet.