To An Old Friend

[Guest guest]

Entrapped

by fame in golden cage,

awaits the ancient learned sage.

In knowing answers to our cry

he's lost the freedom of the sky.

To lead the way he's now the pawn

of others who have learned to fawn.

With broken dreams of homes lost way,

he wants to hope he'll save the day.

But golden bars will ever last,

till blighted moon sees death long past.

So on and on the rabble grows,

to bleed the sage of all he knows.

He pulls the rabbit from the hat,

all they really want is that.

And in his nightly quiet dream,

he sits alone beside a stream.

To know that love is with him still

he only has to drink his fill.

Mace