We had so many dreams, so many possibilities, now it seems to be so

far out of reach. Tried with our last gasp to grab the things we could

not grasp but all the traps were built just to deceive. And now it's just

a dream no basis in reality without a leg to stand on and nothing to

believe.

So sit behind dark walls, with the curtains drawn in dim lit halls, the

dimwit calls in vain,"No, not now please." Nothing never new he was

a slimy little rat eating slimy sewage from the bottom of a rat trap,

eating polyester in a game he said he'd aim to please. Sits and wags

his tail on time, never says nothing above the sublime for fear his trap

just might be slamming shut.

He had so many dreams, so many possibilities, now he ends his life

in the shell of a nut