Arapol'a

Hi there! stranger,
let's play a game.
I fall for you,
and you for me.
It's all the same,
it's but a shame
For winner shall
not even see
A glimpse of wealth,
his precious prize:
His gem of truth
with roots in lies,
Supposed to be
beyond imagination.
This winner shall
taste bitter from starvation;
For dreams and hopes
made out from dust,
Desires: shards
leaked out from lust.
It's all but ruins,
the Promised Land.
His pride, his castle
turned to sand .
A wanderer became again,
searching one more time
The secret of a happy life
the secret worth a dime.