Something for nothing
And nothing from something
or nothing from nothing
but a vault in the sky.
Or a sky that’s a vault
With treasures told.
The lie of pandora’s box.
A distraction as the ornate designs
On the walls of deception
Start to move and people realize
The garden is dangerous now.
God makes them leave
And we say serves them right
But God says
Serves them right
To not eat more bad apples.
And then there is a bucket of candy
That no one expected
For me to tell a real story
Of an actual day in the park.