What blindness of fate
Leads us to seek wealth,
Rather than finding
What matters the most?
The source of such misery
This lust for bright gold
Like the mine tunnels depth
The illusion of golconda,
Lead many to an early demise.
Is reality so very fragile
That we live in delusions
While sunbathing at the pool,
With the bottle of fine wine?
This trade with the devil,
Your soul for the gold,
Leads to only disaster
After the last dance is done.

Laura R
3-5-03