Here upon this shifting gold,
Do I find myself reposed.
All my eyes are and sense touch,
Seems to call me back a wandering.
Let these memories I’ve bound,
Never be set apart.
Or I will follow this shifting gold,
And never be found a wanting.
Shifting gold sings sweet to my mind,
Blocking out the blackness of before.
Tantalizing me with hopes of a forbidden future,
I have closed those doors and never seem to open them.
Bound am I bound to what is ahead,
Lest the pain I’ve endured is forgotten.
So here I’ll stand upon this shifting gold,
And hold tight to these drifting bonds.