Idealism

Lucy betrayal, that is the knife digging into me you see not when hope is a mirage and gold is real. what a lie, what a festive season of laughter for a castle built on " " dare i say, i was wrong, to admit that gold was always stronger than this faint pulsing of my heart wanting what cannot be? to live long, to serve well, to be meaningful in all ways and then to be spat on! how my world shatters, when gold beckons rats obey, all obey save those who hold on to what cannot be. clouds, clouds and who is walking on cloud? when paradigms change, in death and life, of angels and humans echoes ... ... such silence i can not bear. and still i feel.