Smothered in jewels
And chains of gold
The life most desired
By the inferior

Glamor and money
Become the dream
But the real dreamers
Think beyond the image

The chains reflect the rays of sunshine
Gaining the attention
But blinding the way

They hang heavy
Constraining each move

The outside voices
Control the opinions
And the money
Hides the truth

Red wine spills
You should know
It stains

When the lights eventually grow dim
The inferior become the superior
Left with true opulence
Or a lack of

I hope you're satisfied