A comment on life or the lack of. |
I Dream of Gold when dew lies like a carpet, When sleepy eyes are closed in blurry sight, As frozen thought awakens to the morning, A world in motion, breaks to life. Laughter in the playground, giants roar, Watched over by the wisest, wrapped up warm, Joy cries in many colours, honest gold, A world in motion, flares to life. Dreams of Gold, the innocence of youth, In sheltered minds, simple, plain and clear, Where treasures true within a thought abide, A world in motion, burns with life. I Dream of Gold though motion is my master, As all about me money rules as king, Enthroned upon mans wishes, loves, desires, A world in motion, warm with life. Freedoms sold for less than freedoms due, Sinking ships on sand, a token calf, Words in wisdom thrown to mobs of fools, A world in motion smoulders. Is this life? Throw away world, the plastic thief, We sold yesterday, stamped approved, The music of the moment, a stamping beat, A world in motion, cold with lifeless strife. I wish I had to courage to refrain, To stand and fight for Dreams of Gold, But I succumb to pleasure void of pain, In a world of motion, life is bled anew. |