Long Run - Cigar

Sitting in the back row, preoccupied

While the world is spinning around him

He is locked up inside

And the one that they look to for answers

Holds the shackles as a threat

To the little boy of which requirements

This little boy he has not met

Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid

Of the happiness that would help this little boy

Teased him with a rainbow

When they knew there was no pot of gold

But it wasn’t the richest lie they’d ever told

Hook him up to machines

See what they say

Is he blind, dumb, or ignorant

Does he need a hearing aid

And with a six page readout

They had the answers and a plan

What they had was a blueprint

To turn this boy into a man

Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid

Of the happiness that would help this little boy

Teased him with a rainbow

When they knew there was no pot of gold

But it wasn’t the richest lie they’d ever told

In the long run I did fine