Many of Us

We keep searching for gold
Found diamonds not enough
Many of us
We crack open cans of gold
But we’ve gotten bored
Many of us
Trying to gather crumbling hopes
At nights carrying colorful torch

Crying ourselves to sleep
Feeling sorry

Our hearts burnt out
The smell of it so tragic
We hear someone howl
Lost track of everything
Lonely and scared
But our doors are locked
They’re soaking wet
And we’re bathing in gold

What do we have that they don’t have?
Nothing is never enough
For many of us


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