White Gold

White Gold

For most a white abyss is pain
And the words that follow are only stains
Freedom is nothing
No motivation is sparked
No literary desire
They can't see the journies to be embarked

But the white Abyss is Gold
A white abyss offers no true mold
For me the freedom can sting
So much lays ahead of this page
For I am its highest buyer
Who wants to present it upon a stage

Something is always to be said
The white Abyss keeps it even after we’re dead
So immortality really can be a thing
To those who think different can understand
How white can be Gold and an escape to those
Who are tired, an endless life that can't be banned

A thought can be grand