Living in a land of differing riches, quaint conspiracies at our feet,
and all we wish surrounding.
Living in a land of wide eyed blindness, standing right beside me – I never guessed.
Living in a land of unspent choices, withering in the light of day. Living alone in a crowd, a crowd trying desperately to ride a wave of emptiness, hoping no one else will guess.
Living in a land of unsaid words, where nothing can be had but what is shared, and all else wastes away.
Living in a land of differing riches, that only the lost can claim.