Forgotten stories of excess

Both real and fiction

Too many hollow lives spent

Chasing benediction

We plummet to the earth like

Scores of fallen angels

Play out our tragedies on empty,

Weathered stages

But before we lose it all

The final curtain call

Conflicted and dejected

Beware the opulence inherent in confusion

When reality's obscured

By clouds of disillusion

Held under far too long by

The weight of our existence

We labor fruitlessly against

Both time and distance

What's in the past can't be undone

You've got to separate to become one

Your indecision hides the guilt

Just underneath your clouded eyes

So sick you'd sell your soul

For another fifteen minute lie