The Land of Opportunity
The Land of Opportunity,
Came knocking at the door
Selling Strap on Wings and
Thin Golden Strings,
All things we should adore.
The Land of Opportunity,
Is an enigma from a dream.
The Land of Opportunity,
Sews on our Strap on Wings.
With deft hands and rich words,
It creates the Golden Seams.
Golden Seams append the back
To restless Strap on Wings.
It was then in the first venture,
that we began to fly.
Testing mighty Golden Wings,
That gain inordinate heights.
It is now here in this moment
That we begin to dive.
The Land of Opportunity's,
Golden Seams don't seem to last.
A vision sewed up tight,
unravels before our eyes.
The Land of Opportunity,
Now an axeman in disguise.
It has our dreams sewed up tight,
And kept far out of reach.
The Land of Opportunity,
Sad lessons it will teach.
The Golden Wings diminish,
They left us to survive.
The Land of Opportunity,
The shape shifts fabric of our lives.
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