Trod upon a path created for us.
We were looking for backing.
A drain to spit in.
Shiny, blinding our eyes.
Sneaky, launching a lie, and I stared there helpless.
Led by imagination appeared what you were expecting,
but depicted in a different way,
they raised a mock voice and a whole new story stemmed from the first intention.
Caught up we rushed headlong
in happiness jaws
and lord, you fully bit into our lives.
Then the messenger came,
he moved his arms apart.
Greeting you behind the veil
darkening your sight.
Bloviated about a better world.
Tell me, is it his voice I hear?
Am I being saved by the almighty hands?
Sing me your apologies.
Confess so you can leave clean again.
Sort out the hoaxes
and trade what you’ve been told
against the shell you slaved to set,
or work your fingers to the bone in vain.
Caught up we rushed headlong
in happiness jaws
and lord, you fully bit into our lives.