All that glitters is not gold

I used to believe everything had its own value

The dirt, the sky, people around

But after many lonely night with nothing to fight but myself

I have come to realize

Gold doesn’t glitter and neither does the light in my eyes

If you could even call it a light to begin with

A feint sheen that reviles nothing

But an empty chasm without hope

So no all that glitters is not gold

But the gold we speak of has no shine to me either