Not all that glitters is gold
Odd then, isn’t it
That we don’t mine for riches
But for the illusion of them
This glitter stains our hands
Even as we admire it
We discard the bare rock
It's worth not diminished
But vanished
Gone the second we saw the glimmer coating it
And realized we could harvest that instead
No, not all that glitters is gold
But we do not care
We don’t want gold anyway
So long as you can’t tell we don't have it
We would rather be illustrious and hollow
Than dare be described as solid
If it means we are dull outside too
Haven’t you learned by now
Worth isnt determined by what you are
Only that which you pretend to be
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Not all that glitters is gold
Odd then, isn’t it
That we don’t mine for riches
But for the illusion of them
This glitter stains our hands
Even as we admire it
We discard the bare rock
It's worth not diminished
But vanished
Gone the second we saw the glimmer coating it
And realized we could harvest that instead
No, not all that glitters is gold
But we do not care
We don’t want gold anyway
So long as you can’t tell we don't have it
We would rather be illustrious and hollow
Than dare be described as solid
If it means we are dull outside too
Haven’t you learned by now
Worth isnt determined by what you are
Only that which you pretend to be
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