I wrote this whilst listening to Gold Gold Gold by Foals (hence the title of the poem.) I don't know what it's about because I've yet to write it. x

We close our eyes

We sit here

We continue on

As night turns to day


It's no surprise

The time is near

To fight at dawn

Say what you may


It's a balloon 

Floating weightless

It's an anvil

Dragging it down


And now it's noon

It's a hit or miss

This rocket is full

It's going to drown

Submitted: August 12, 2011

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