Golden man keep running, I'll watch your back trail off

always in a hurry, going nowhere fast.

I wont miss you

It's been a hard life trapped

in a gilded cage.

Watching all the peacocks brave

shout for acknowledgement

prance for embellishment.

It's been a strange life,

growing silent, growing sad.

Giving up, giving in,

giving everything.

Somehow it seems: never enough,

always to little and never with praise

only sinking in a bottomless pit

of no return.