The Pyle Inside

You have left

Taken the shortcut

Instead of the scenic route.

Will you regret

Never looking behind

What would’ve this become?

A match that failed

To strike a flame

Is thrown away, I guess.

But afterward

Would burning fire

Leave bright spots in your eyes?

Here comes a knight

In shining armor

Come save the pretty damsel!

Face befallen,

When he realizes,

The damsel has left alone.

For long have you left

And it is guilt

The footsteps you’ve left behind.