We spend our whole lives shifting.
amongst coal, dirt, fickle and debris.
and searching,
for better or for worse, for truth and forgiveness.
and in between the the coal, underneath all the rocks in river
what we find seems to be unlike the rest
that tiny spec of gold we've been looking for, that prized
diamond.
you think you've reached it, finally found it
and with that gem you'll hit fortune
you'll finally be happy
until you find out its cubic zarconia
so you continue in disappointment
till you finally
hit the
gold mine.


I've hit my my gold mine.