A Place Called Reality

By mcscraic

Fri, 10 Aug 2018

A Place Called Reality

By Paul McCann

In stock market school he was confident and cool,

in the money boom .

The futures they were going and his speculations

growing , they were dancing to his tune .

With the clever and the sure he was so secure ,

far away from reality .

Well he was flying for a while

Eating caviar in style, from a silver spoon .

Much too overrated ,

his ego was inflated in a lead balloon .

He fell hard and fast and landed on his ass

in a place called reality .

Sometimes you’ve got to fall down on your knee

and cry out ,

God help me , I was wrong

and could not see the truth and reality .

In an unwashed shirt he was angry and hurt

in the doom and the gloom.

When reality had hit him he had slipped into poverty

One day too soon .

He learned how to ask and found help at last

in a place called reality .

Sometimes you’ve got to fall down on your knee

And cry out God help me , I was wrong

and couldn’t see the truth

in a place called reality .