The Utopian Man

Oh you fool-hardy brick of a man
In solitude you seek, the glory of kings
Dream dreams you think you can
You who ran from the living, you brick-hardy fool of a man

You are the naïve stubborn flag of honor
In an age, where it doesn’t reside
When hundreds seek nothing but lust and glamour
Yet you are blinded, you stubborn naïve fool of honor

In loyalty you swear but what good will come
Where the air and ground full of the corrupt
In a world of billions, like you; maybe just a handful some
Surreal loyal soul, turn away for no good will come.

Such is the age of treacherous cruel
In the city of millions no one but you
Holds such ideals; of the ancient schools
Oh blind gullible brick hardy fool; no one else but you!