The Crimson of
Shining Gold and Mud

I was on my own, trying to find,

The crimson of hope and humanity unknown

Suddenly I saw 2 paths open

One made of mud and another of shining gold.

I entered the shining one,

Still trying to find the crimson that is unknown.

I saw roads built of silver,

Men made of gold

And rivers where flows the finest wine,

But something seemed missing.

Everyone looked pale.

They would all just sleep and eat

Just like a cow does.

They would fight,

Just like wild animals do,

They could betray,

Just like the devil did.

Some would try to stop them

Like a human does

And most would watch

Just like an owl watches.

I left that road and went to the other,

Where people were made of mud,

Roads made of stone,

Houses made of brick,

And rivers where flowed water,

They would eat one time

And skip the next.

They would help each other.

I felt like I found something,

And was about to leave.

Suddenly I saw something again,

Some of those mud were transferred to the gold.

Suddenly, they started to become,

Just like the people of that world

And somehow the mud started to fade.

A while later there were no mud

And everything was gold.

I started to think hard about

What did I find or Did I really find anything

And thought,

"But the crimson I wanted to find,
Shouldn't it be in either the gold or the mud?"