The Game

you spoke about the birds
and feathers falling down
like leaves
you spoke about
the sounds of storm
but about us
you never said a word

I used to say: beware!
the pride can badly hurt
only you didn‘t want to hear
and let me walk
along the foggy lane

you spoke about the leaves
like birds which travel
to the sun but you
my king
never believed
that you are left alone
and lonely
and...
you lost the game