Dribble

Have you heard of the man;
Who lived in the rocky pool
Under the dark sticky sky
Staring up at the dark dankness
Wanting in desperation
Waiting for the shining figures
To take him down enticing paths;
And when they showed up
The man in the rocky pool thought
They showed him blue vales
Pink skies and smiling pixies in yellow
When all the while; he was looking at
Smoky sickly mossy green marshes
Filled to brim with ashy dead desires
Through the foggy smelly mist of time.