I am tired of digging for gold.
I want to go home, I am getting old.
It is hostile out here.
Hardly anyone has a safe bubble,
We just don’t seem to care.
We speak the truth to degrade ourselves,
Told that we are to even love ourselves.

We have to prove our theories to be true.
I know our minds are transparent, they see right through.
Hopefully we still pray to the east,
Crack jokes, reminisce when we feast.

I have been gone for too long.
I get it now, I wrote it down.
See you soon.