In The Distance.

I take a walk through strawberry fields.
And then walk over blueberry hill.
In the distance i see the end of a colourful rainbow.
And beside sits a pot of gold.
Towards it i walk along the yellow brick road.
The road they call the highway to hell.
Above my head dark clouds do roar.
In front of me acid rain does pour.
The pot of gold looks so inviting.
At my ankles dirty rats are biting.
I stop and think and to myself i say.
My life is more precious than any pot of gold.
So i turn around and head back the way i came.
For a lot of trouble in this world riches are a lot to blame.