Closer, I Can Smell

All that glistens isn't gold,

Came those snowflake eyes,

And the look primed to go;

Don't guild your cottage,

Paint it with lies.

With freedom comes responsibility,

Understand my love;

Make it known, X, Y, Z;

Those underneath,

Those above.

People speak such a lovely shade,

Ride white horses,

And top their towers with a balustrade;

And a net

For the day they fall down.

I see past your words,

Like a deer through the trees;

I don't pigeon-chest this life

Or build myself up,

Because we start and end on our knees.