The Vision Pit

the day beckons, the night falls

a dawn breaking, the day calls

lonely city lives hungry for a slice

helpless greed, seeds planted long ago

sown where the weakness flows home

the dark weakens, the light grows

in full circle, our eyes closed

dreams and visions bleed

hindsight calls in need

helpless shields build false security

kills what we could seek to be

here in our hands

fortunes and treasures; profound

lines that have shown

how rooted and shallow we've grown

drawn like a horse to the watering hole

dry tongues licking salts from the sand

pouring over decanters

with our heads held in hands

here in this land

deserts of raw-textured sands

pastures are sealed

where crimson fires have spilled

colours cascading in brilliant light

a volcanic eruption is spitting out in spite

nothing to view here

just ashes of crystallised years... tears

here we have stood

our promising words came in floods

treasures all sold

the underdog out in the cold

going for a song with no melody

strategically we gratify in our own tragedy

here we could be

a witness to visions and dreams

where colours collide, completing the circle of lies

time after time - the unveiling web

spinning tales of tomorrow

asleep in our beds