Fool’s Gold

Here we go again

Digging into each other’s unbendable lines

Attacking feelings until there’s nothing left worth winning

Our constant dedication to throwing jabs

Just to make the other one’s flesh quake

We’ve got it in our heads that we’re both wise men

With our house built upon rocks

But as our worlds trembled and the floods collected

Our homes didn’t stay firm

We’re those stupid motherfuckers who built the house on sand

The foolish men

The ones who live without conviction and thrive off collateral damage

We love the inconsistency

See, a fool is nothing but a man that you can’t quite understand

Maybe that’s why we can’t see eye to eye

Nonetheless, we continue to pan for gold that we can’t find a shine in or a dime in

That diamond in the rough that reminds us why we bother mining

It’s not all just coal but what makes a diamond any better than a fool’s gold

Yeah, we built our house on the beach’s sand leeching for the sun

Knowing damn well the ocean’s flood would come

For everyone  

Gabriella Gurrola is a writer and artist from North County San Diego.