A blissful aroma
in a field of gray
Scattered ashes beside
a path battered with dismay

Many are brought
but few return
Their stories are taught
while few do learn

Within the jungle
lay many a beast
Which only to a larger
are found a feast

For our confidence
betrays us, leads us astray
We can't see the knife behind us
while forcing a smile onto display

In the attempts of others lessen
with self-thought cunning reave
Find ourselves caught
in the webs we ourselves had weave

Comparing towers of coin
while'st flinging the blame
As we are drowning in holy water
and others are shining within flame