In it spills the gold!
There’s just enough for all of
us. Wish you were here
Metronome made of gold does not tick
Clock made of gold does not tock.
Crampons in gold do not stick to rock
ice ax fashioned from gold doesn’t go in
Golden shoes are thrown in the bin.
So why do people make things out of gold?
All that chimes isn’t rhyme
All that succours isn’t true
And wedded bliss well, that bird flew
(away into the hills)
Sometimes my heart follows my eyes
and it becomes difficult to know
what is, what’s not or where the plot is leading
I want it to lead somewhere new
Like the bird that flew
and then kept on going
(instead of going round and round
when there’s no way of knowing if
your coming or going)
Wanting security, watching telly
Loves true ring and apocalyptic belly
Brevity makes us instant brew
with no flavour or clue (as to
whats going on)
I already feel like I said
this once today
but another made me wonder
if I was wrong again
and too shallow to care
I had steak for dinner.
If you’re wondering It was medium rare
with mashed swede and carrots
and potato croquets.
I’m a gamer too, but I am twenty years older
but can rest my handset on my belly
so were even steven OK
What I was hoping to explain
was that no matter what we know
All the glitters, isn’t gold.