I walk in shadows for light is owned
and sold at discount sales
the fires aren't lit but merely loaned
where coins became the nails.
I live were no man dares to breath
for air costs more than bread
were worth is made in timely death
though you pay
for your last day
to be seen dead in bed.
How now to the dreamers say, "I think, therefore..."?
for thought takes time, and time is money walking out the door
to lose those precious dime filled times would make your pockets poor
what then could dreamers say to you than, "n'est ce pa l'amor"?
Love has its price
you blandly say and turn your head to smile
your lovers go where life is nice
not where your "dreams" compile.
Your lovers stray when there's no time
for your dreaming eyes to leave the dime
that pays the grain and sets the rhyme
to live
beating
to give
Your ending heart no conscious worth
the valued dreams no man sees or cares to hear
are dizzling down from sweat to earth
to EARN to be some dream to birth
a world that's more than mortal fear
to walk in light you can't afford.
