"The Critique"

They enter through the gate of snakes
Tangled completely, lost in the shade  
     of tomorrow's mystery 
Locked in our brains
  tranquil hearts
Get eaten, get saved
The monsters dehydrate
  and the masses get drunk
Featured in chamomile 
    the treasures, my hunk
No dreams can guide
  dreams aren't reality
Thoughtful persuasion
  paying tribute to the queen
Can't change who I am
  by popping some pills
Barely change who I am
  with a new pair of shoes
What you see, what you get
   rarely ever the same
Slide your card, pay with cash
   never matters, it's all a game
The art shows compete
  with the heavy scent of greed
I don't care who you are
  give it all away for free
Play your pieces on the board
  it's hard to ever get it right
Release my dilemma in a poem
  see it run in circles without light
You seek clarity, I seek the rain
  One day we'll find it
and it'll all the same
With whom do you feel
  heavyweights of the world
Got some enigma in the sky
   I've got a heavy chain of pearls
And the process never ends
   keeps ticking like a clock
I figure, let the day unwind
  and not much can ever really shock
The city is alive, I sleep in the city
Can't find my spark in the crowd
Dear God, what a pity
And the generosity of others   
  keeps others going
I dribble around the market
   and wonder what's missing
There's one song playing
   on the jukebox in my heart
Don't know what it is
   no ears in my heart
Boldness of the worker
  classified everyday
I don't miss the ho-hum
   of the everyday workday
If life is an art
   my art is fast asleep
Gotta get free from this all
   I have my Love to keep