Gold is precious but not as the free wind,
What has a great value and what has nothing.

Answering the question, is not an easy thing,
For all we are just captives, in a shell called the human being.

Driven by the demons, closed eyes to prevent seeing,
Chasing after the madness, in search of nothing.

Enjoying  the company, oblivious of our well-being,
Throwing away that’s precious, losing everything.