Fools Gold

Careless are the eyes of the knowing 

Flowing in endless wonder

Forever young from the undercurrents of ponder

Into the yonder who will watch the fool wander 

Longer are the days for those who wait

But not for the one who embraces one's fate

Bitter sweet is the taste and gratitude is the game 

The treasure of now is golden for only few may hold it

So nothing to escape only tunes to embrace 

Loaded with joy and the feeling is great

Surreal to others but never too late