Field of Gold

All of our lives have a bit of darkness.

Lately life has been

nothing but 

clear skies and

daises.

But I know that 

somewhere

in those meadows of gold

there is a darkness

that must unfold. 

But since when

has life been ever different?

There's so much bullshit

that sometimes I cannot tell

what is in fact real

and what is

a lie.

Perhaps you,

the one who gives me the most happiness,

are a lie.

Because lately you've been

drifting off

for nights

and nights. 

and nights. 

And I want to think 

that everything is

clear skies 

and daisies. 

But I can't ignore the fact

that every night

I lie down next to nothing.

So perhaps,

in my field of gold,

you are the darkness

that is starting to unfold.