Reality forsaken
For a chance at the golden ring
And though it’s only made of brass
A chance to grab it still could bring
Dreams of glory yet remain
Waiting on the shelf
For father time to come along
To turn them into wealth
And so our good friend harkens
And listens for the call
Remembering dreams of glory
Before a mighty fall
And time alone can put aside
The fears of remaining true
Refusing to abjure the dreams
Or asking where or who
Can take a chance again each day
Looking to the goal
For brass or gold it’s still a ring
A circle with a hole
