Chasing a Life

 
Shake hands with a rainbow    
and part of you must know    
there comes a moment  
when you have to let go  
Holding on to forever    
only works in the movies    
The real world starts  
where the subway groans  
when 6 am coffee  
burns through the cold  
Each gray city breath  
marks a freedom they stole  
from the same crush of nobodies  
all paid up to trade in their souls  
counting every day  
every month  
every year  
while time drowns dreams  
for a pot of gold