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