#calla wolf

•No one can see me coming through, my luster is different from what they are used too. •Walking in plain sight I’m out in the shadows, but I shine without light. •Oh but don’t you get ahold of me,I am real gold, you look pretty bold but you’re just a fake fool from what I can see.

•Truth be told with that mind sight, you're nothing but pyrite trying to soak up the lime light with what they think is right. Mimes of society with my time to fight. •Exterior so hard, but you want a soul that makes you feel this soft and I am completely raw. People would love to wear me even if that’s my flaw.

•I am bare with my relativity of the world. With a fools gold perception, it can diminish my value if expressed in their direction. •It’s the difference in rarity that a fools gold want to confides in. When I am out in the shadows that they the ones are hiding within. •My variation is that I am not fake and to get a flake of me cost more than any sustainable amount you could regenerate. •You existence at a price with a shiny face, nothing of value just some pretty space. •Keep me with in the land, no rush could move me from where I stand. •Stay golden, cherish the creation of molten situations. •Metals in society so people can stand, with out me the world would be so bland.

I don’t know if it’s this place or their face I find to be my favorite paradise, but if I compromise for one desire I could loose it all. Steps I can’t retrace, ocean takes and takes. Bring me in, take me out.

Break me down, erode me. Have your skin on mine expose me. Which one sets me free, which one makes me feel defeat? Sensations from the grains of sand as powerful as the tides in his hands.

Foreign land or foreign man, both the finer beauties.

-RareLoneWolfOddity