Blinded by lights

Blinded by the city’s lights, we move on
Knowing little of the road ahead, just being led by someone
The stranger in the front has promised us satisfaction
We look at each other, smile and we move on.

The lights get brighter and it’s getting hard to see
I get curious and ask the stranger, “What is satisfaction… Sir?”
He looks back and gives me a liquid..“Drink it.”, he says
I believe this man, he’s rich, he must have his ways
Without thinking twice, I gulp it.. I’m here to stay!

The lights fade and truth a little more
But who cares, this is satisfaction, as the stranger says
The night does its trance while the world seems vague
We all flock together it is time to play

In that moment of blanketed closeness, I think about my past and the future
Little seems to make sense as I look at our usher.
I gather enough courage and ask the stranger again,
“Sir, where is satisfaction?” he smiles and says,
“It is time to go son. There is nothing more to play.”