Just get up and leave.
Plates smashed once again,
Like the dreams you once had.

Some say I write in rhyme,
Some say I write in riddles.
All I can say is that I write
And it's more than they can say.

There's a dove on the ceiling,
Playing Russian roulette with a hand grenade.

Are you the grenade or the dove,
Will you destroy or rebuild?

Make your choice.