“You could have your pick of pretty things
You could have it all, everything at once”
I woke up from my dream as a golden man…
And I began to scream, “I don’t think this is me
Is this just a dream or really happening?”
I wanted to wake up again without a touch of gold
What direction? What direction?
Life begins at the intersection
I woke up as before, but the gold was gone…
What was once routine was now the perfect joy
