There seems no end to the infinite
Variety of choices for some
Yet limits that shape our days and dreams
Are societies more common norm

True freedom a plaything in never
Never land i fear to see and say
A flashy bright illusion fooling
The mind in its momentary way

The money masters enslave themselves
And pull the thought strings with greed's intent
Profit their god they bow in their chains
To bleed the masses without relent