Shafts of rainbow's light
flood the stained windows
of last week's existence.
He dances with his shadow like a youthful Fred Astaire,
such symbiotic harmony, they make a perfect pair.
No footfalls can be heard around about them as they move,
through empty evening streets, they waltz to beats of true love's groove.
He rides the rocky road to ruin,
not bothered by regret;
so blind to his impending doom,
oblivious as yet,
I stumble through robotic tasks,
an automan, a soul-less droid.
I switch between the diff'rent masks,
which hide the empty shell – devoid
Lightened By My Load
The fuel of my ambition feeds a fire that drives me on,
Un-tempered by suggestions that somehow I don't belong.
Society will tell me that I am a lesser man,
For not adhering blindly to the corp'rate master plan.