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Fool's Gold On The Hill
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Life He told me my eyes were deep and serious...
As if I must be extra-perceptive, but he was the perceptive one.
There's ice in my eyes. Glazed and hardened by this wintry world. Frostbitten and jaded. Dimmed in the twilight zone.
With every passing day, I feel as if I'm turning into stone.
What I seek is something longer, deeper, warmer. An everlasting bonfire of the soul. One that will never leave me cold again in this global frozen inferno.
Pots of pyrite leave me disillusioned by rainbows. I've chased more than a handful. Yet still come back empty-handed everytime. A fool on the hill with nothing to show for. Have I failed here to find real...
But only fool's gold on the hill yet again?
Lie to me and tell me no.
