Fools Gold

Seeing is believing

Or so they say

But who’s to judge

What’s real anyway?

I know it’s fake

So get off your high horse

You’d rather have this dream

Than your tears and heartaches

I’m sorry

But I can’t help you

I’m really sorry

But I’m busy chasing fools gold

It’s always been this way

I gotta ride my own wave

Can’t intellectualise

There’s no compromise

I’m not like you

I can only be me

And that’s something

You never quite figured out