Inattentive

I battle with the truth,
so it will accept,
my lies,

perfect misdirection.

‘I did it my way’
what a tragedy,
what a lie,

in pretty wrapping, with a bow!

I need something new to,
interest me,

I need a waterfall of ideas,
to love,

falling freely upon me,
my focus lies beyond the horizon,

I am made for greater things,
it has my name and it calls,
it yearns as a lost lover,

for my embrace my attention,
it starves without my colour.