A slider finds a blind ambition in his ways,
And counts his steps for every town he passes by
To brag of his success, to sing his own praise,
And people listen, oh they listen intently; a lie
They buy until they realize just how sly the days
Have been, and dark around when light they can’t deny
Is surfaced on their eyes. Deception shields their gaze.
His deeds are numbered, though, his greed is merely dry.
He bleeds the liquid of despair, enslaved and weary,
Knowing not of care, of love and summer’s light.
The fear of his meager friends match the sum of dreary
Trends that turn the brightest day into night.
Pride is a beggar, pleasure cries to sinner’s bride.
The grave, inviting, wraps a weary soul inside.
