Dellusions of green

by Mark Lee   Dec 21, 2006


Late within this certain night,
Reflections of a friendship gone astray,
Spiral above my thoughts as I readily ponder
What should be said if I were to speak
One last time to you my old cohort

For unlike you, my eyes are not blinded
Nor are they binded, by false illusions
Of money and all it�s endless glories
These are the things I would surely say,
For unlike you, I see the picture without false grandeur

Once, you were a friend of mine
Now seduced by the allure of green
Intoxicated by money�s promises like rich wine
Ben Franklin is now your best buddy

Therefore,
Loneliness is your new companion
And self-loathing is a constant reminder
Of the things you once had,

So, have you any peace of mind you�d like to buy?
Is there any misery you would like to sell?

Sitting there in self-imposed solitude
Engulfed by piercing silence
While your conscience taunts away
Like a chisel picking on a stone
Does your suppressed pangs of remorse
Haunt you as the echoes of the wind
Whale outside the windows?
As memories over immaterial things
Went astray like leaves in the breeze

Sensations of being better than anyone
Causes self-gloating, but does Andrew Jackson
Smile back at you in agreement, or is it sympathy
Does all of Abe Lincolns� reassurances
Fill the void of emptiness slowly burning away inside,

So, have you any happiness you�d like to buy?
Is there any sorrow you would like to sell?

There was a time were you found yourself
Confiding in me, your past
A life of suffering and of pain
Inflicted by heatless pheartlesspon
Which everlasting scars prevail
But now, you bow down to the green god
And in your prayers, what price will
Be the heal all for your wounds
One thousand,
Ten thousand,
Maybe twenty
For this is what you conceive
To be the solution for all

I see the matter for what it is
Within time, perhaps those false visions
Of sun driven fields of prosperity
Shall be overlapped by dark clouds
And drenched by the fierce rain of reality,

Then, you will decide,
Which is the greater of two evils
What having money turns you into
Or the things sacrificed for it�s attainment

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