| You grasped a pot of gold, | |
| now it looks like led. | |
| On your path of hunger | |
| the gold lies still ahead. | |
| At the end of the rainbow | |
| another rainbow starts. | |
| Try to catch the shadows | |
| and run until you fall. | |
| Strain your nerves to follow | |
| the temptations of them all. | |
| The prizes fade with time | |
| as day fades into night. | |
| The state of satisfaction | |
| is a slowly dying high. | |
| As sun descends in the sky | |
| the hunt is on for the dawn. | |
| Chasing tricks of the day through the night. | |
| The scent of dawn is so sweet | |
| but it is spoiled with each bite. | |
| Losing pace among all of the treats. |