The Loon

Your days are falling downhills
Sloping off the finest ground
Your unstable steps are slippery
You can get up to try it again

Your heart is ticking louder
The cramps in your brain grow some more
Why don't you trample your feet now?
You stare at skies of dark

You burn among the fire
Blame on me, I am the loon
You pull your weakness of me
Lunatic and sinister, is your life

For your turn to go over the falls
A lack of faith is surely a sin
Your eyesight is like a frozen haze
But you break out in laughter again