Day Three

It was one of those days,
when fever like haze,
takes over the vision,
and you feel everything
good and all niceness
will slide away from one's hand.
But then suddenly you hold,
the innocence you have stored,
away from yourself, stashed safely,
in your little doll.
Little doll and me, we danced,
we danced in trance,
we danced to dance,
we danced for hours,
which seemed like minutes,
and I lived only minutes today.
Rest all day, I thought
of all the innocence
which is miles away.
I thought of You.