the real gold

We’re all searching for gold in a bare land, when the ground is hard and rough, but for some reason we don’t give up.  The idea – he might find it and I might miss it – drives us mad.

We can’t stop but we can’t keep going.

We’re all exhausted and I wonder when each one of us will realize how crazy we’ve become.  Nothing makes sense because our mind is distorted.  Hungry for more but lacking the food we search for since we’re doomed to find nothing.

Dry lands don’t hold anything for us, but we’ve forgotten how to look for the well.

If we’d only remember, then we’d find water and know that’s were the real gold lies.

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