Dazzle

You’ve got diamonds in your eyes, dazzling.

You’re flying higher than the chandelier sparkling, from your golden roof

But you're falling hard enough to crack your crystal floor.

You’re in it for the money, for the thrill, the dazzling hypnosis of your assets

In the mirror you’re a work of art,

but this is real life, real things.

Neon lights, crystal rings

You see in fluorescent, but the only colour you know is glimmering grey,

Through your bloodshot eyes

You’re building buildings that are high enough so you can’t see the clouds

But they just crash and crumble.

Burn.

Now midlife,

Wasted youth

You’re throwing fire trying to make things right

But you just burn down even more.

You will never be what you want to be

With all that money, that gold.