Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009


by Mark Richardson

If you could read my mind, what a tale my head would tell
A penny for my thoughts you say, but would i let them sell
Let me in but shut me out, with your silly little games
it's never ending chaos, for one like you there's names

Mind games, mind games, the seed to all adventure

Watching me not know your moves, seems to make you rise
Just a pawn upon your board, and a listen to your lies
You spin a yarn, to spin your web, and watch us all react
it's fun for you, like food to you, to see your prey attacked

Mind games, mind games, the seed to your adventure

Added: 22.03.2009