• stijns 24w

    Gold strike

    There I sat looking
    Over the lake with all the waves
    My friend he sat beside me
    Gold strike stood inbetween
    The sight was just so peacefull
    But our minds were nowhere to be seen
    We didn't know what we were looking for
    We didn't know what we had found

    But there it was
    In the bottom of the bottle

    Then when morning came
    We hadn't slept for days
    Eyes tired vision blurred
    We had lost what we had found
    And started our search all over again