The rush for newly discovered wealth excitement creates gold fever. It's an urge of greed and excitement caused by a gold rush that drives lives crazy. The gold fever and gold rush make life imperfect as it spoils people from within.
Contagious than sunlight,
Come past dark stains,
Count on duck interest,
Lead a way to where it drains.
Eyes never stop wondering,
Life is a time of precious gains,
Sparkling stones know no order,
Stumbling great and vulgar minds.
Mines mass migrations,
Men and women,
Moving to where it's gold,
It's youth to the old.
Gold rush golden fever,
Good is gold,
Rush is silver,
Rich reaches gold.
Who fears darkness suffers beauty,
Hangover blow to mindfulness,
Hands-on claws of light,
Who cares sees in time fullness?
Craving to have it all,
Much spoils taste,
Much soil is gone,
Walking near a pitfall.
Sleeping at the call,
A mind call to action,
Resisting is slow,
A year eats a second.
Ego in a gold drive,
Chained in need of more,
A vulture to eat like a dove,
A dove to fly like an eagle.
Adding salt to sour,
When the night is still young,
When the blood is pure,
Pure when the day is young.
Is of an abstract kingdom,
Wishing to belong where I don't,
Is of a living kingdom,
Regretting and wronging.
Purging that long scent,
It's an act of freedom,
Healing unending pants,
A path of pain is true freedom.
Reading again the days of life,
An age of dignity perfection,
Erasing the staining strive,
Reviving toiling and feasting.
Further reading
Gold Fever
https://poems.poetrysociety.org.uk/poems/gold-fever/
Gold Fever
https://www.dictionary.com/browse/gold-fever
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