Prisoners Of Fortune
Sleep can dream a thousand words
That daylight is too busy to hear

Buildings so secure
Conscious of all who walk near
Opulent furniture
Jealously guarded

The hands reach out
To caress the diamonds
Cold, aloof, sad

A fleeting look of longing
at the minions and their laughter
A scowl to cover it up

Appearences are everything
Nothing else matters
The BMW parked just right
The gold inlay,
polished to perfection
Friendships made, on a bank balance

Autor: Lynda Valkyrie