Gold & Promises

When I think of the effort it takes
The line of endeavors we tiptoe on
Precariously, we walk on an uneasy rainbow
Our pride is dried up
And now the creek is shallow
Colorful and iridescent roads that wind
Parabolically, we lead on to
A pot of golden promises

A glorified avenue decrepit and weakening
The lane we sojourn upon
Erratically, we make our way along a slippery slope
Our pride is portioned for the monsters
To swoop over and take all control
Grayscale and sepia, we lose ourselves
Monochromatically, we long for
A pot of golden promises

Simple ecstasy and fulfillment
Whimsically, we hang from the same string of fate
If fortune glitters like authentic diamonds
Not just the ersatz luster of illusions
Maybe we can fill this solitary reservoir:
Our pot of golden promises

I’m feeling a crystallized sense of grandeur
Delirium that shines with pure delight
We’re unfurling opulent banners
Covered inch-to-inch with every hue
Embezzled from a blackened orifice
We remove all hope from the depths of the interior
Of our pot of golden promises

Happiness and contentment
Amorously, we coexist along the same circuit of thoughts
If fortune glitters like authentic diamonds
Not just the ersatz luster of illusions
Maybe we can fill this solitary reservoir:
Our pot of golden promises