Didball

Fearing the worst like never before

Clings to a coffee, hogs the door

Helpless wayside, locked-in gaze

Doubting tutors count the days



Back in the prefab, nobody hopes

Stamping up endless envelopes

With some talk and with some name

Spread confusion once again



So in return the hush on the floor

Tinkered with these ideas before

In the end and duty-bound

Something somewhere will be found