we are all fitted in boxes
herded sheep
without a true shepherd
on the day we die
they lay us in the same boxes
they created for us
in a bed of lies we laid to rest
realising too late
that a life was wasted
chasing the gold at the rainbow's end
the neon lights of empty cities
the sandman came
and blew dreams of dust
into eyes that would never see
beyond the deceits of crafted dreams