So spellboundwe count Dollars in our dreams

We chase dollars while wearing invisible collars and Strings from our limbs, Dance, dance Madison Avenue marionettes

Marching to someone else's tune, An ear worm So cunning That we swear and be damned it's Our own

We follow the piper Right into A self-imposed prison cell While all we really have, this singular moment, passes forever from our distracted eyes

Not enjoying nearly as much as we oughta be While the most precious commodity Evaporates Time, our time

Become Fluent in truth An incongruent sleuth You won't fit their plan But you'll be a (wo)man Who still has time, your time.

~ Eric Vance Walton ~