pools of liquid illusion

           the dumping ground mounds held my golden friends

           trapped like animals in cold cage pools of liquid illusions

           convinced they have no other option exept to despair

           holding a balance so ancient it breaks any confidence

           pulled through a diet of slow steady easy destruction

           it wrenches at my heart like nuts and bolts rusted together

           a tension for matters huddled in corners frustrating weather

           pits that swirl terrible magnetic reason into deals gone down

           heaven might seem far off pealing real ugly sounds brown

           but it's closer to a drum and nearer to a strumming base 

           than one might force himself to believe in hurried haste

           do you hear what I hear 

           it's way up in the sky good friends