Delusional lover boy,
Or loafer prankster?

Blinded by shards of a shattered heart,
Or savouring the show behind the shades?

Naive knocks on a random door, till demented banging, for the lost one.
Or just another callous game of 'knock-knock' to bother?

Upon the attempt to blow away the illusion, to lead him away from the wrong address,
venomous odes are spat.
Or is it just the yawn of boredom behind?

But whatever it is.
May peace be with him,
To keep him from going astray, away from the wrong address,
or to leash his idle mind from pestering anyone anymore.