Cautious Pride

Eyes are on the floor
how the mosaic tiles
crack in no apparent scheme
it's just like a blueprint of my mind
just as words are traded with provoked remarks
does it reflect on my cautious pride

Eyes are on the floor
where its cold aside
lines of mockery that seems
to imitate the travesty of my mind
even though each word is carelessly spoke
how it reflects on my cautious pride

In the warmth of the evening sun
I lay above the green beneath
with blue across the peripheral view
Grey with mist and mystery
today will pass with all it keeps
reflections fail in absence of your smile
resting in your shadow
I place my steps in footprints you have made