Madeleine

Round a futile exercise pen, try to guard your fears, no need to tell them, light a path to heaven, plan the atmosphere, a smoky hazy den, holds bones of lonely leaven, know the need for tears, you have done your seven, it brings no credence, no everything is here, keep Junk in the distance, a worn blanket around you, that picture's now clear, by jail and changed retinue, dream of quilted linen, sunshine on the pier, liberty not dinner, your time is coming near.