Lamplight

A crowded street has many ways Some go to a dark dark place You see it's greying eye of gravel Other paths necessitate a shovel Then theres your own The sum of stones you've thrown It's the million dollar street Marbled in a golden sheet Birthright of gold I did expect Only my own to be correct Thought it was a choice to select A worse road simple neglect What is your worth, magnum opus Magnificent gold is my only focus Did the road I paved deceive Though by my own hands achieved It is company that I grieve Blinding light is my reprieve Company enough for each sleeve To hold tight and perceive The bustling people on the yellowed streets Of life