LostClapping their hands, he walks on forthSmiling and striding towards the stageHis ears are numb as his ego heads northHe is colossus and so be his sturdy wageHe opens his mouth, nothing but vainGarbage comes out all dirty and schmuckAudience absorbs, yet they are the blame,Eyes like zombies and minds that are stuckPossessed by glam, power and moneyThey are lost within their greed and fameDiscarded their kindness and humanityTo become souless machines rusty and lameRHYN WILLIAMS