Silver & Gold
A party in the evening Pleasant stream of conversation Exchange of champagne and cordiality In the backroads, in the hidden forests, in the richness of the stars The story is spoken And this time it is a comparison of silver and gold Reminiscent to the illusion of grandeur Back to bargaining with an empty figure Reality seems to bore So why not escape from the built-in gates? Pick up those feet and run into the overgrown forests Far from the touch of humanity and her constant criticism And build a structure of glass, and watch from the inside out Observe the world and pose a question Does she collapse from her weight? Does she break at the seams of mankind? Oh, how easy was it compare the treasure trove The endless amounts of silver and gold To contemplate possible molds To slip into the fold of the world But now we must return Back to the room Back to the murmur Back to the reality to which is made Maybe one day silver and gold will not be compared