X marks the spot.
Here you'll find buried treasure.
so deep you'll never find it again.
Dreams and visions
longings and yearnings all
dead and buried.
Gone up in flames,
Ashes and dust,
from dust you came, to dust you return.
Ashes on your tongue from the dreams you've given up,
once sought after but now forgotten.
All that glitters isn't gold,
but this gold dust you scattered on what you once loved
but a mirage of
baubles that were gems,
but nothing of worth, fake
Here you'll find treasure, buried treasure,
the ashes of dreams
and their once-gilded frames.