FootballStar20

Well I’m fresh new face
with a million ideas
and pitch for each one.
My head’s full of terms.
I’m a walking, talking dictionary
and I can read you a mile away
before I have any idea of your name.
Like a fortune teller I peer.
Read each action and gesture
and rearrange you till your sane.

But somehow I took a left
when I should have veered right.
I saw God’s face before I saw faith.
In the thick of things I got thin
seeping through all the cracks.
When the time came to act
all of my ideas vanished,
I couldn't peer through insanity’s fog,
and the dictionary wouldn’t open.
I can’t save your life.

John2

A good little poem about being over confident and then failing. Like the way the first and second stanzes contrast. Good images.

Cheers,

John

FootballStar20

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.