drawn in sand,
god-like entities
made in the image
of man ... and
we pray to ourselves,
crusading in our own name
until we've
achieved the status
of gods to be praised.
We are shadows cast
on sunny days, echoes
of childhood laughter
captured in memory
and replayed in songs sung
on a radio for masses
who can not sing ...
we're kings
without castles
demanding peasants
to kneel before
an imagined authority ...
we're slaves willing to serve
hidden masters ... casting votes
for an American Idol
of unknown forces
that we call: God.
- Chad Lilly
