Fool’s Gold

 Fool’s Gold 

I traded comfort for awhile 

when I saw that rugged, southern smile. 

His eyes were dark as they were wild. 

I traded comfort for the ride. 

He knew these people, knew these lands

and took me by my shaking hands.

And for awhile, he was my friend, 

He knew these lands. 

“There is money in these streets,”

he turns and says to me. 

And the ones who came before us

sang a mighty chorus,

“Go home! Go home! Go home!” 

But I traveled right along. 

He tended to my broken heart

Smoothing all the jagged parts.

He listened to my tired songs, 

He listened to my heart. 

He pruned and polished every night 

and brought my soul back to a shine. 

And when he stood to look, he smiled,

he brought to me a shine. 

“There is money in these streets,”

he says and looks at me. 

And the ones who left before us

screamed a mighty chorus,

“Go home! Go home! Go home!” 

But I traveled right along. 

But the gleam of make believe 

started to turn dull,

It took some time to realize 

I was only Fool’s Gold. 

On a cold December evening, 

the well of fortune ran dry. 

He bid goodbye. 

I finally heard the warnings, 

 and cried along with their chorus, 

“Go home, go home, girl, go home.”

So now I’m just collecting dust 

and trying to rebuild my worth 

I thought that I could be enough,

but I’m just dust. 

And now the tune is good as dead 

As the voices in my head 

That I should have listened to

Back when they first said,

“This is not where you belong.” 

So I guess I’ll go on home. 

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“I guess I really am the biggest fucking moron. Because goddammit, did I believe you. How fucking foolish.” - me