The Onlooker

I struck gold. Shimmering my view. If I could only grab ahold. it would turn everything new. I could become so much more bold. I could revamp this spoiled stew. Bringing it back with a fragrance to be sold. With a thick and elegant hue. I spent too much time in the freezing cold. Compared with the time I spent with you. Time forces me to realize I'm turning old. And that I can't live only for just you.