"Blind"

Pony up the ante boys...
This filly
don't
come cheap.


Your golden tongue
is useless,
On the dusty path
you're treading.


The grit
obscures
your vision
Shuffling along,
a path of indecision.


You can't see
the devastation
in front of you.


You're too busy
Focused,
on the sparkling
motes,
dancing around you.


Careful man...

Or you might lose it all.

When the dust settles
and the bags are packed,
The only thing
You find you want...

Will not be
The one left
Standing.