The Runaway

So ashamed little Runaway,

Forced into a reluctant escape,

So wistful to remain,

In the solitude of yesterday,

Flesh and bone bonds will breakaway,

But looking back your home still fades away,

Left at the starting line so far away,

A trail of memories will pave the way,

To a gilded dawn of sunless days,

No the brightest future for our little Runaway,

But their majesties have the final say,

Crowned by dishonesty they begin their reign,

Upheaving the ground to force a change,

Residing in mirrored halls to remember the days,

Before paper bills held any sway,

Over our Hallmark lives of paper-meche,

A fragile peace of week long Saturdays,

Our assortment of vanity and frivolity made for a fragrant bouquet,

But IOUs' and eviction notices make for a putrid display,

Dubbing the first of the month as "Mayday",

Halting our fast-forwarded lives on the freeway,

And brought us back to Earth without replay,

Now we gather around the table and pray,

Please God bring us back, yesterday.