Shakespeare wrote,
"All the world's a stage."
but common sense to
themselves betrayed
for the sparkle and glamor
of the material world
A priceless sight of a phantom pearl
They'll raise Cain
and split the seas
to turn the handle of useless keys.
They chase vanity to make it gross
In the deepest dark
they drink and toast
They pursue the wind
and explore the skies
to stop the sound
of the stormy cries
They lock themselves
behind steel doors
and search and search
upon dark floors,
beyond common sense,
for a endless cause
Even at midday,
they are still lost.