I posted this in my blog earlier today. It's part of a story I thought of, and if you all like it, I'll write poems for the rest of the story.

They can trail
To beneat the sea
But the claw will fail
To ever reach me
Born at the end of a broken road
Can't forget how much I've owed
I'll never forget 'til I'm dead or old
All that it took to find the gold

Knowing my way, I'll get around
Some in disgust over what I've done
Some will be proud of what I found
Doesn't really matter, 'cause I've touched the sun
Might just be some commemoration
Or there might be some negociation
I got no time for any of that wastin'
Getting so close to what I'm chasin'

The morning
Shines in your eye
I'm yearning
To touch the sky
But I have what I really want
At the end of a wild goose hunt
There is nowhere I need to run
The struggle's ended, and I have won