You can’t fully embrace the joy,
When there’s a shadow overhead.
You can have a moment,
But the shadow wants to be fed.
It will ever quick remind you,
That the joy’s not yours to keep.
The gold dust at your feet,
Can be gone with one quick sweep.
This knowledge hangs above you,
It sprinkles drops of fear.
It sometimes taints my metal,
And stops my view from being clear.
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