Beware or it may take
you in,
decadence, debauchery,
original sin.
What reflects in
the mirror
stays in the soul.
Fragments stuck in time,
behind eyes
decieving, grievous mind.
Collage of lifelines tell,
tales of
memories lived well.
Like pearls on string we
gather,
that wich we dare not see.
Symphony gone astray,
come sing
a lullaby on this day.
For we are lost and found
some day,
for love and glory bound.
Mere birds on a wire,
left out,
for the world to admire.
Ron