In shadows deep where gold once gleamed, A man entranced by ceaseless dream; He grasped for wealth with ruthless hand, And watched as joy slipped through the sand. His days were spent in fevered chase, A hollow heart, a frantic pace; Blind to the sky and ocean's grace, He lost the moments he can't replace. Now silvered hair and weary breath, He stands upon the shores of death; The sun descends, but light remains, In whispered winds, now free from chains. Too late, he sees what eyes betrayed— The love, the time he should have stayed; For greed consumed but did not feed, A soul that's left to mourn its need.