Umm...

Umm…

Come little ones, I beseech you,

Fiddle with my brain,

Harness it and comprehend

Fickle ways to entertain.

Little ones, you play hard to get,

I sit alone in this crowd,

Procrastination abates my libido,

And only you ornate it’s shroud.

Little ones, I yawn and crawl,

And the world does seem all dead!

I give way to my stony eyelids,

To slip into my lofty escapade.

Little ones, you’re here I see,

I’ve found you few at last!

You hide in my sad darkness,

And put weird voices in the vast!

Please little ones, do hold on,

I’d shape you steady and slow.

I find myself and a pen, again,

You hide, hey, where’d you go?