What really stands beyond the spotlight?
I dream of a land filled of pure delight
Where a click of the fingers brings
anything into my field of vision of things
Fast cars
Diamond Rings
Jet planes
The material things of kings
What really stands beyond the spotlight?
Is it a mirage of pure delight
Where shadows begin to beckon as friends
The fast cars fuelled by fast money
The diamond rings bloodied with bodily honey
Jet planes crash all the same
And kings are just materially framed
What really lies beyond the spotlight?