Mr. Man

There is a prison that not many of us know , built by false words yes with her luxury. You gained the world on thoughtless desire , but ignored the disasters. It comes at the end for some , but others are shaken much faster . All that is gold shines at my feet , and all that sings surrounds me all the time . Yet I am an empty vessel , joy doesn't live here not even death visits . Cowards run from the truth , pride is my protection walls unattainable. Let me be trapped in my box of ignorance, one day I might burst out and fly away . Or it may just be I'll rot away , with my gold .