In the glitter of gold, we chase our dreams,
A currency of hope, or so it seems.
Yet in its shimmer, shadows grow,
Binding hearts in a relentless flow.

Through nights of toil and days of strife,
We barter time, the essence of life.
For in the vaults where riches sleep,
Lie secrets dark, and promises we keep.

The weight of wealth, a silent plight,
Shadows cast, obscuring light.
We yearn for more, a ceaseless quest,
Yet find no peace, no place to rest.

So let us ponder, what we seek,
In coins and notes, so cold and sleek.
For true treasure, beyond the gleam,
Lies in love, in life, in dreams unseen.