a wisp, a firefly
then it is gone
and i found a wisp
a smog, a something
in my heart

wanting to speak.

speak, speak
my mouth mutters
then my heart told tales
to my mind

and i already i was drowning,
in that utopia let down
what is it?

i cannot grasp on

then lo and behold!
the song settles down,
clearly this time
at the bottom of my heart
for the earth has gone silent
once again,

silent … like my mind
and heart both so very quiet
then i could hear
the pitter, patter
of the racing thoughts
no longer facing
that inevitable
of what could be.

thud, thud, thud
all i heard
was the empty promise
of what someone i loved
told me a long time ago

of cherished dreams
faded.

and still the smog
tore into my heart,
my mind heard the song
and it was clear
that

the game was foul
when gold made her stance.

gold, i could choke on gold
for a lifetime
of chasing hope

and the only real hope
was not the
gold that bought
all these lies

still stinging in my face