Marble

We wander in sweet pleasant dreams

Again and again we’re trapped in our minds

Can’t turn our back on the signs in the fields

Can’t fly away or hide in the deepest mines

Even if we had wings we won’t see at all

Because the darkness would keep our eyes

From seeing the clearest lines, big or small

And clouds would appear, and mist might rise

That’d lay down a grey iron veil to cover the land

No eagle eye could read between the lines

No hammer destroy these ancient rocks

No matter how hard or how long we would try

We all would fail and keep the door locked

That is sheltered by a spell and a pair of unseen hands

The chamber protects its secrets eternally

Its gold kept safe by gagged guards

Remain an unknown treasure of prosperity

A curse for curios, greedy, grasping hearts

Still we wander in sweet pleasant dreams

Both of our feet nailed to the ground

Bound to fate, doomed to our destinies

We can’t get out, we can’t get out