Russian dolls,
like paper notes,
burn and burn,
like our hopes.

You'd love thier brilliance,
had you seen them,
but if you do,
we can't redeem them.

Burning, burning,
day by day,
we smell the smoke,
as we play.

No red flags,
no warning's flown,
no siren wailing,
the reverent tones.

Physical wealth,
that we adore,
cannot compare,
to how we're poor.

Thougts exchanged,
for a shiny necklace,
Hopes and dreams
Are getting reckless,

Faltered seconds,
splintered moments,
If we only knew,
how to control this.