Mellow yellow cocktail,
buttered shiny to look at .
Surprised would you be to taste . .
Unprepared for ever before.
Rose-tinted glasses of childhood,
Those halcyon days. .
Just beginning to form
a life formerly un-lived .
Tiny portions and large scales
Serenely calculated 100 bales .
Gold, cotton, paper, hay
Every one then has price to pay .
Missing days of tranquil gaze . .
Pushing through the squatty maze,
Wither to, you cannot say . .
Everyone has price to pay .
Lost is the soul on sight
Mellow yellow cocktail bright
Bitter comes the taste of life
Decends slowly into the night .
The night doesn't promise dawn
Breathless life pursuits a con .
The reels pass through a haze
Those soulful halcyon days .
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