\'Skipping in the railways of past\'
\' My master pulling the ropes \'
\' Fenced, whispering like the boy in stripped pyjamas\'
\' The heist of youth blossoms \'
\'Our soles unite in flash floods \'
\' Numbing our hands to become light - fingered\'
\'An estuary of addrenaline defines us\'
\' It\'s driftwood contemplating our fate\'
\' Saturated and battered he submerges\'
\'The protege clings above, drowning silently in the hours\'