I’ve aged two days since first you laid
Your desperate gaze upon me
And to say you gave your pervious praise
Without restraint is humbling

You craved and caved to ideals you made
Which never portrayed my ability
Now swayed, you hate the shadow you face
Whose depth displays your avidity

You claim I embrace the need to be chased
When the truth is I paced and you followed
Yet you stay in a state that insinuates
That I dangled you bait and you swallowed

Today you play the Master’s maid
And masquerade as modest
And again I remain a traveller detained
Who arrives at the gate as it closes