Thief
My hands itched.
I knew it was wrong, of course,
But I just could resist
Its sweet siren's call.
The house stood so proud
So haughty and fine.
I knew I could do it.
Should I stray from the line?
Leave the path that was set?
Step into the dark?
Leave my old ways behind,
To gain a new start?
In a moment, my life
Changed forever. Just one.
I stepped from the road,
And soon she was gone.
Now I rule the town,
From each close to road,
Far from that line that
I once had to tow.
I see the house. New.
Young family, splashing out,
My hands. They itch.
"If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, I'd hide somewhere faraway..."