The cream will rise, they always say
But then they paint in shades of grey
Talent touches, waters reach
But oceans only wave so far
Contained by a sand-castled beach
All those castles in the sand
Lead to newer, unfound land
And yet only a few exist
Castles, yes
But in their mist
In their mist, there live giants
Amidst worlds of smaller clients
They are making mice of men
Some untold
But there are them
They who hold the torch so high
That you know it lights the sky
Lights it all until, now grey
You look again
And only see hindsight’s dismay
How the World Should Work 