So where does this all start and when does this all end,
Entrapment caused by shadows, in corners and in bends;
Fantasies of wealth, captured in one's self,
Once upon a time, a cliché all by itself;

Rows of empty blue atoms standing proud and tall,
With no-one else to sit there, recession shouts the ball;
Late comings and wide givings seem normal to this lot,
I guess they saw the small print, the end before the plot;
Chivalrous the chariots of headaches runs down the shaft,
Wishing for the ending and hoping for a raft;
There, the little boy shouts, the lady with the mask,
As the regiment comes to attention, this will be there task;
We hope this does not take long, floats around inside the air,
When suddenly the engine starts, and the tombstones start to stare;
A prayer and faltering whispers can be bought in plastic cups,
Laden with the heartache of unresounding lots;

A precious time – so near to God but yet so close to man,
Remember now who holds this thing, not people but a hand;
Volupteousness comes floating past with a smile of many men,
How precious now the time will pass if she remarks about your zen;
Lies of untold justices roll from tongues of inexperience,
With little but the nastiness being found in there existence;
The awe of things that are to come, awaited by the chosen,
While others melt away like ice within this last excursion;

Now let us not forevermore bring peace into the stillness,
But let the essence of oneself be trapped within your fullness;
A rough diamond they all say will never roll down rocky roads,
A rough diamond will be carried as a treasure and not a load;
So wait for me translucent lot for I am on my way,
My light will shine the brightest and my smile will bring you day.