They say they see the emerald grass

See it, smell it, taste it in the air.

The dreams are in the field yonder

Where times are great and life is fair.

Never have to wander far to find pleasure

Yet it is all a lie.

Where life is full of grandeur

But the despair of searching will leave you to cry.

Our life is for toiling

Ever trying to mold a life from dreams.

Where dreams are the blueprint

For the reality that all search for.

They are a shadow on a cloudy day.

You see it for a moment when the sun shines

Then clouds hide the sun.

The dream is gone.

The uncertainties and chance of life overcome effort.

The waters of life are always eroding

What work can only repair and never build up.

To gain happiness from dreams is a futile attempt.

The waves of life always pull away

And the golden coast cannot be reached.

I am merely afloat in the water of life

Pushed by the currents without an oar.

To what destination are we carried

When all is over and work is done.