AFTER THE GOLDRUSH

there's been a goldrush. somewhere up in god's country, a pristine place they call untouched nature (never mind it's been touched enough to have gold extracted from its depths). it's a frontier they say, it's a new land we're gonna build on, and we're only just getting started. and you can go up there and propel yourself to new heights. just get your things together and find the right spot and the world is yours.

but you get there, and there's no gold, at least no gold you can get a hold of yourself. if you want any part in it whatsoever, you've got to work for someone else, someone in a much more powerful position than yourself who's been there from early on. you'd be lucky if you get to share the slightest morsel of that gold, even though you've worked so damn hard and given up everything for the promise. but it's all been established.

you've come a long way just to figure that out, and as you see yourself diggin holes in the ground for someone else, you wish that it never had to be like this, that you and everyone else never had to be so enthralled by the idea of gold in the first place.