Gleaming gold fixings
Cannot sooth a troubled mind
No luxury can replace
The dreams you left behind
Possessions by the score
Elegant living gracious
Does not hide the emptiness
Of the soul which longs to bolt
Into the real world
Confined no more by
Decoys of the prodigal son
An act in a play
Has no more meaning
Than an idle life
Spent forcing a reality
Not examined.

Laura R
6-6-03