green is my favourite colour
but I more often speak of gold
for it runs through my veins
a feeling that cannot be controlled

light overcomes any darkness
when I chance the trade of new
though sadness surely follows
for I lack revenue

children create vivid dreams
in which a certain wealth is foretold
we imagine greatness will arrive
if we trade effort for gold

we plan to surpass our fathers
while obstacles get in the way
because the possibilities are endless
until our screens fade to grey

you see green was my favourite colour
but I more often spoke of gold
for it ran in my veins
and was left uncontrolled