Too bad this is just a disguise
we are all toys in the child's eyes
hopes and hearts, tranquilized
after failing after so many tries

in this book of life the chapter ends
closing lids on jars of men
spend the second smell the seeds
work then wealth then ecstasy

break out of the cave
realize it's the same
crawling into life and
clawing out of life

like a play we have our lines
follow the director's signs
be the snake
and question your eyes

Thanks for reading; I'd be happy to C4C, even though I'm not that good.