What he says may roar through the crowd
But on deaf ears it falls
eventually
after years of sunken silence
The profit becomes an equal
His thoughts remain untill
they don't
The rain falls a new
and out of the pool more musings rise
To which music is played
respect is shown and hands are thrown up
He too does revel
in his following, his pool of delight
it's turned to acid, by God
of course.
An image is shown
All who gaze upon it shall remember
untill no one does
and long after
one thousand cycles past
We are all shown as equal
as no one is left to remember
what is good or bad
the creator of words is gone
There is only what is
but meaning there is not
for we too
upon taking that first breath
we too were fooled