Searched in the dirt for everything that gleams
To find fortune we must realize our dreams
Years yielded nothing but trials and tears
Driven by inspiration and hindered by fears
Mind body and soul traded for fools gold
Mined enough of these rocks to build a long road
The action of their extraction helped me to grow
The weight and repetition conditioned me well
Those that follow now have a path to dwell 
And maybe that’s my purpose
To extract what’s worthless
So the future knows exactly where to go
If we reap what we sow
I Accept my penance and work in Peace 
Gold is real but somehow past my reach
Pretended the dirt was really sand at the beach
And I was on vacation / ocean beneath my feet
Back to reality that water’s a creek
Digging 24 hours / seven days a week
Trapped in a jail/no rest or bail
In time my intentions forged a path to hell
And the moral of the story that I often tell 
Beyond the characters, locations, and plot 
Count your blessings and enjoy what you got!