FOOL's GOLD

No matter the journey,

The outcome is still the same

The treasure I seek always

Turns into the same fool’s gold.

Each step I become weaker

My own soul dies in bits and pieces

Until I feel so lost in the woods

The coldness of the night freezes.

No one is coming to my aide

The battles have been fought furiously

And now the war is coming to conclusion

I have been found wanting.

It is the same each time

Paradise found, then lost

The beating rhythm slows

Quiet is the dying heart.

After all, it was only fool’s gold.