green eyed monster,
val feels that lump in his throat
as he sees how far behind he is
and the maidens are cooing,
the princes are high in the clouds
a cloud made of gold and heaven’s touch

… touch, mad ones crying
out to heaven
for a little drop of satisfaction,
happiness, peace

amidst the turmoil
of conflicts, swirling
like a typhoon
inside.

human curse and without the redemption
when heaven is bought
with gold,
as can be clearly seen
for surely
eyes do not lie!

and the meaning of lies
fall apart
when the storm is brewing
and the inside is quaking,
no longer a solid something.

gone, gone,
it is all gone
when heaven left
the earth for a chest of gold.