I
I am just a shine
Who steals all your time
When your eyes reflect green light…
Trees were turned to mist,
So I could exist,
A measure of my might.
Give you lots of toys
Everyone enjoys,
But not the life to spend them.
To me, all your dreams
Are just little whims,
The hidden stratagem.
Once you get so far
I put you in a jar
By a weeping willow.
If you think smart actions,
I give you distractions
Or coat you with a pillow.
And I pray to none
It’s the thing I’ve won,
I play with the Creation.
Behind my blank mask,
Who am I, they ask,
The gold corporation.
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