Pierrots
Another dawn wakes, people rises from slumber.
Time flows like lakes, wasted fractions of your number.
While locked gold mine breaks, in each 24 hour chapter.
The world begins to shake, for the king has made an order.
Sleep is for the effete, the chants of greedy spirits.
If glimmer is what you seek, scorch in flames of Ifrit.
Further beyond the zenith, let’s break the bounding digit.
Gratify in all materialistic, discard the kind preterit.
Tick and tock, Tick and tock, the clock spins and spins.
People trading hearts, for a bundle of ways and means.
Upon the battle of currencies, endless progress of machines.
“Where’s the LOVE brother?, It’s nowhere to be seen...
