Alas! Pinocchio wonders
If the mind that boggles
Shall ever find a closure!
Closure; a proper one
Neither the extended
Nor a judgmental one!
Being pure was all he wanted,
But the world he stepped in
Was all gimmicky and haunted,
Finding no pillar, he
Rests on his knees,
Immersed in the thought of
future and past,
That’s when the mind of his
Deciphers the game,
For all, it was the fear of shame.
Pinnochio
