In the labyrinth of dreams and gold,
We chase the whispers, bold and cold.
Lifeâs tapestry, woven tight,
With threads of green in morning light.
Coins clink in pockets, hearts feel weight,
The balance sways in fortune’s fate.
We barter time, exchange our breath,
For fleeting wealth, an endless quest.
Beneath the surface, shadows play,
Where values shift and moments sway.
The richest hearts are often found,
In love and laughter’s gentle sound.
So chase not gold with blinded eyes,
For lifeâs true wealth in spirit lies.
Embrace the journey, cherish strife,
For money’s fleeting, but precious is life.