Product of Vanity

See the smooth clouds dancing,

Over lovers cloaked in vain.

Hear the tunes cry chanting,

Singing birds soaked in rain.

Though you keep me troped in pain,

Have I ever once complained?

Plus you’ve never steered away,

When I go against the grain.

But who’s one to blame,

For the ostentatious plays?

Remove all the chains,

You see we operate the same!

We run a solid game,

Never keeping up the score.

Just hiding that we’re lame,

And at peace with all our war.

You keep me wanting more,

With insanity I blend.

The vanity you bore,

Makes me poor once again.