golden roads with holes

Wake up

Golden roads with holes.
Golden thoughts with no parachute;
Their souls expose,
they are them and we are those.
Those whose skin they chose-
To Stain with hate for thyself and fellow man, and lust over things,
Mystical, pagan things, charms and diamond rings.
The dream of things that don't go with the mortal man, for he doesn't last.
We tend to forget
we are but air; red water; and dust.
The memory of those who move on with tomorrow , while we are stuck in the past.