1800's Game Of Balls Poem by John Ackerman

fashionable decor onto so much more
walk with me talk with me throughout
when this you see remember me
in parting solace and hidden apathy
through silent bulwark or a caraosel
with hiden moments of granduer
sought to appease the eye

within tiny pillars of painted columns of hue,
each of us has been given life as a test
every day a bird learns to conquer its nest
in traverse moments hidden in time
there is a game people played in my dream
it was set in the early part of the 1800's
a ball would roll down a path leading to a street straight into a magical kingdon
Door frames with full viewd excursion and knobs with hanging apparel
only those balls that made it through were asked to leave the assembly
the one's inside were destined for a cult type rituals with brain washed intensity
over time many made it through and asked to leave
the few that stayed were locked away in the mansion fostering faulty education
some went totally insane couldn't cope with the ritualistic lifestyle & there demise was certain
those winners were selected with prizes such as a new home, , education & financial care
there was only one ball with a golden seal on the top
if you were chosen for it you were destined as king or queen over the land
let the reader understand this was but a dream my friend.

yet i awoke to what?