Sadly Discontented is Why
Why do some follow where con men lead,
believing the tales that artfully spin?
In woven lies, their hopes are freed.
A con man’s words, a siren song, to which they heed,
promising skies where stars begin.
Why do some follow where con men lead?
In their guise, the truth does bleed,
yet still they cling, to what might have been,
in woven lies, their hopes are freed.
A master of deceit plants the seed,
In soil of trust, they wear a grin.
Why do some follow where con men lead?
Their charm, a mask, for a hidden greed,
yet in their tasks, they see their kin,
in woven lies their hopes are freed.
In the dance of falsehoods, they take the lead,
they follow, in a waltz, so thin.
Why do some follow where con men lead?
In woven lies, their hopes are freed.
Drew Frederic