I thought of them as innocent as a child.
Mild, but who knew, they'd act so wild.
Pernicious decisions reside in my mind.
Tasking choices without the stars aligned.
Expecting loneliness, for the perfect instant.
Waiting for their leave. For them to be distant.
Abandoned once again. An accustomed pain.
Accompanied by few. Why do they restrain?
The Idols, that earlier, I created from stone.
Abruptly, they become the God of my own.