You've broken a delicate egg shell,
I watched as it fell,
You gave out a sigh and you said:
'Oh well, I can rest now its over'.

You stared at your hands cause they felt so numb,
The games had been done.

Now there is nothing to hold but the sides of your shirt,
As the sky turns grey,
You came here with nothing,
So nothings been lost,
And you've done ok.

Pick up your socks and go home,
To a book where the ending is set,
Where its clear that the hero is winning,
Though he hasn't been challenged yet.

By a mind that is going insane,
Or a room full of people,
Who aren't glad he came,
Where the monsters seem like his friends,
And the trusts has been broken,
Again and again.

But I'm glad the hero comes through,
He was right to keep trusting in all that he knew.
And I should do the same.