Buried treasure in the mire
Spanish gallions in the fires
Gold dubloons within the briars
Chests to lift & heft
Searching from our very birth
For sparking things that have no worth
Looking to the weighted earth
Our souls become bereft

Handsome lads & fulsome lasses
Adoration of the masses
Time's so precious & it passes
Reaping what we sow
Through subterfuge & oily stealth
Acquisition of great wealth
Cannot buy us love & health
We've nothing to show

Each morning lost, we start afresh
To meet the mark, to pass the test
Yet we're clothed in earthen flesh
It cuts just like a knife
Adorned bodies, hardened hearts
We take our bows & play our parts
We have lost before we start
This game we call a life

There was a time when we were tall
Our addiction made us small
Finally we hit the wall
Here in our daily grind
All the horses, all the men
Cannot put us back again
We're lost, cannot remember when
Our eyes became so blind

Our world becomes muted gray
Somewhere we had lost our way
After all, we're only clay
Deaf & mute, yet scheming

We follow after worldly lusts
In our idols place our trust
Ash to ash, dust to dust
Puffing pipes & dreaming


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/2/2017