Molding Dust with Hands of Distrust Conquering the castles but the prize is made of sand What we wants eroding once we grip it in our hand Lofty seems the perch of others when were underneath Buying stealing morals reeling but it wont bequeath Any meaning no real value with a lot more fear More you have the more defense is needed for your gear Rich folks look real safe but they are frightened pretty stiff They know how they got the stuff and know in one short whiff Someone else whos slightly stronger takes it all away That to them is the most horrid of all dreaded days Most Ive known assume that riches solve the pain inside Also fill the emptiness that feels so awful wide For a time the mirth ensues but quickly turns to ghosts More fine products are procured and finer wines to toast Peters out but this facade theyve forced upon their friends Must survive though not alive and therefore will defend That which holds them captive like a cork to hide their shame Frightened frozen now they see the substance of their game Nothing more than what they knew just finer French decor Once they wasted days with TV now inside a store They got money that is all and have no use for Love I reach out to offer hugs but narcissists will shove We just get one shot so Im the boss and Ill achieve By my efforts Ive worked hard expecting to receive Wife and kids can just stay quiet dont get in my way Gaze upon these hands that mold the dust of Earth like clay.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 17:11:19 +0000
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