Never what you expect, but always what you deserve
Joyous innocence, painful realizations, love eternal, or a slight variation of sorts
Running to reach it, but just behind, too true it would seem
What is right, or what is generally accepted, does it matter in their eyes?
Transition to reality, monetary goods the focal point
A fine auto or luxury stone to boot?
Your number grows as your chips extend exponentially
The silver spoon perched high for all your kind to see
White strikes your beard as reflection shows true
Regret, remorse, and past moments of general apathy rule your thoughts
What could you have ever done to change the endless battle?
After all, they have always known you better than yourself, right?
What have my countryman done? A display so vial!
To rob them of so much, for the simple spread of our colors
Will I ever know the truth, or be forever sheltered by the shade of the trees?
The hourglass almost empty, the goodness of our true self must be revealed...