As shallow as a spring without any water,
The conversation squeaks endless mindless babble,
Swimming in the dirt falling into quicksand,
Their minds weak with the desperation of squander,
Lavishing in the golden dreams they still believe,
Unconscious in their egocentric beauty,
Nearsighted to the speck of their existence,
Blindly staring down at the misfortune,
In their rendition of pageantry,
They are immune,
Only those not born into their game,
Or those who refuse to play,
With the toys that bind them,
Owning them by completing sad lives,
Lacking true prosperity,
Junkyard littering their minds,
Competing for several pieces of the pie,
Barreling down the hopes of others,
Penciling in the wonders of their own lives,
Without looking to see who is observing,
The oblivion of self serving status quo filling,
Feeble swimmers in a pond of shit,
Believing it is gold



©2008 Pisces Halcyon