Fickle

You are fickle
Like the dust below your feet
You are fickle
like the words that you speak
You are fickle
like the sick and twigs
That form your being
You are fickle
Claim to have virtue,
while there is nothing in you
like the bones that you are break
you are brittle
You are fickle

Like a child
You forget your past
And spit on our sense
Until the world breaks you
Then you realize
you are fickle
unlike the willow
you bend and break
you luck will
you turn and flee
from the challenge you spring
you are fickle dear boy.
like the dream of the blind bat
you are fickle
for you have no direction