Innocent vacuum rectangle of all that is good in mankind
Dream catcher, dream snatcher, dream leave it behind.
Up marble stairs, in through the glass gates, down carpeted steps
Into the cavern of wee little doors, waiting to see which one will strip
The unsuspecting victim next, of their morals, principles, hope.
Who ever thought corruption could outgrow our mind's scope?
Love do you have your key? and does it perfectly match the bank's?
Don't lose it while dashing through your life on tender planks.
Don't stretch your mental muscles and turn and look around
and wonder all of a sudden, how your values have wound down.
All for papers residing in a box waiting for a matching pair of keys
Or the hope you traded yesterday, expecting more than these
Paltry scraps of a well crafted future that is now a puny past
Something emerges from a horror show and you are a starring