Morning

It hit his eyes through the shade,
The rays of sunshine killing the fade,
His dark past flashing through the mind,
As he goes back into rewind

Looked down upon from the sky,
Insignificant fools full of arrogance,
Unaware that the end is nigh,
Paving their own path of decadence

The herd always in search of a leader,
The world, a circus of thy ringleader,
Waving the strings of his puppets from above,
Freedom, a mere illusion like love

Looking at everything but seeing nothing,
Hearing it all but not listening at all,
Free Will? The magician's bluffing,
Open your eyes! He's preparing for nightfall

The darkness blankets all of life,
Leaving the fools in a state of strife,
In his castle, away from all mourning,
He's preparing his circus for another morning