You craved the glitter 

Oh! Not the grit

Bright lights, adoration 

Not darkness of the pit… 

 

Selling your spirit 

Believing the lie

Which is now your truth

Hiding behind the curtains 

Of self-inflicted delusion… 

 

Bread and circuses 

The amphitheatre of life

Et tu Brutus

As you brandish your knife… 

 

Betraying, slaying 

The love you once knew 

For a place in the forum

Where all thought is cloned… 

 

Bring out Samson 

He’ll give us a show

Blind, yet more sight 

Then you’ll ever know… 

 

Agenda was written 

A long time ago 

My internal tinfoil hat

Won’t keep out the rain 

Nor my breastplate of gold

Keep away the pain… 

 

A child’s paper ship 

Has just floated down the drain 

Along with my plans

Yet somehow it doesn’t feel strange 

On this magic roundabout 

Just going around again and again… 

 

Buying my ticket 

Every day of my life

It’s the scenery that changes 

Still think that I have grown? 

This Theatre of Dreams 

Destroying my soul……. 

 

Mark C Bolton, October 2024