Bucket of Gold

Our great grandpa had a bucket of gold
Buried somewhere under his home
A deep image of paradise
Never disrupt the perfect order
Over and over
What's real? A hand reaching towards the sun

My grandfather's household appliances
Forever stuck on the wrong times
When I fall asleep with the lights on
What spirit's hand comes to shut them off?



Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Giannopoulos, James Aloysius Charles Doran, John Theodore Margaris
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