We hold on so hard to what we have, We put emphasis on dreams and success, We picture our lives with a gold trim, We wish for things and hope for things, Not everything happens.
Our whole lives we are to work towards something,They are tangible dreams we hang onto, As if we were to let go we would come crashing down. Crashing down to a pit of despair and disappointment.
Fingertips bleeding, Sweat dropping, But we hold on.
Is it really our own dreams we hang on to? Or is it society’s malicious intent to keep us tired, Tired and worn out.
If I were to let go and fall into a cloud who is to tell me I’m wrong? It is the gold trim we picture, But what if it was the silver lining we strive for.
I have a tongue dipped in silver, Everyone I meet in this town has ears plugged with gold. Blinded by their own dream they can’t see the beauty in other things.
The beauty in simplicity, The beauty in enjoyment by one thing, Not the effort we put into things but the satisfaction we get from it. If it were my choice, I’d rather have clean fingertips, And a smile.
