Catch The Shadows

You grasped a pot of gold, Now it looks like led. On your path of hunger The gold lies still ahead. At the end of the rainbow Another rainbow starts. Try to catch the shadows And run until you fall. Strain your nerves to follow The temptations of them all. The prizes fade with time As day fades into night. The state of satisfaction Is a slowly dying high. As sun descends in the sky The hunt is on for the dawn. Chasing tricks of the day through the night. The scent of dawn is so sweet But it is spoiled with each bite. Losing pace among all of the treats. --- Catch the Shadows - Falconer