Prisoners of pain 

Boarders and barriers exist only in the mind

they have no place in space & time

floating on a cloud which is sure to burst

dying on the inside, fraught  with thirst

we are active participants in a karmic show

wondering on a whim

wasting on wine & dime

Trappings so subtle there are no bars

chained to a consciousness

  that values things

but conscious of only what money brings

Our culture is hoarding

beating spirit down

pile after pile we cram it in

a heart so empty filled with material glitter

it lacks lustre

for its true wealth that we crave

 hairs getting grey

as bodies becoming weak

Then why do we hold on tighter

to that which makes us incomplete?

The real treasure is out there for us to find

Is there hope for us, who are so spiritually blind?