"Daydreaming of Gold"

MG
08/02/08

There is no way to make gold out of sand
It slips through your fingers despite your closed hand
The tighter you squeeze it, the more that it slides
No amount of desire can keep it alive

You cannot hold onto what never was yours
This sick reverie of unreachable shores
Has taken my morning and turned it to blue
This ocean’s so strong and it pulls me from you.

I daydream a lot, and get lost in them too.
Reality’s vision has a tainted view,
So I vanish into a romantic dream,
Where you want me only and you come for me.

Awake, I must let go of all of this want.
I will not build walls now, nor put up a front.
I’ll lie here exposed, very naked and cold
As I’m swept out to sea, daydreaming of gold.