In this revolving sphere

We focus on the fleeting

Adoring the momentary

Praising the temporary

Beauty and greed rule this domain

Causing some to trek a never-ending pilgrimage for the fountain of youth

Wasting minutes and years to halt the progression of their shell.

Some seek to claim a spot on top of a hill

Ruling over the masses

Claiming everything to be theirs

Gobbling up all the greatness of the earth

Then there’s the mischief-maker

Sitting upon his throne of empty promises and broken dreams

Watching his essence go about its deed

Roaming these lands seeking whom they can mislead

They hatch tales attracting the attention of your deepest desire

Conjure up wonders captivating all you conspire

You count the dollars in your account

While he counts the souls in his bank

The hordes he’s been collecting since the beginning of time

Tricking those with such intricate devices they swore it was their idea

Not remembering him whispering it in their ears.

You race through this realm pursuing fun and games

While he setup snares plotting your disdain

The originality of his strategy

Is quite simple if you can see

While you’re busy judging beings on how they appear

He’s peering into your true essence tucked deep within

Penetrating your soul

Reading all the fruits waiting to sprout

Arranging a scheme to rotten them from inside out

Life is merely a test

And some of us are so tripped up on the color of paper

T he questions are printed on

To even write their name upon the dotted line