The gilded cage, a tempting gleam, Attracts the moths, a hungry dream. Not for the heart, the soul, the mind, But for the treasures they can find. The jeweled crown, the whispered name, Ignite the chase, a burning flame. Not for the kindness, grace, or wit, But for the power, the spoils they'll get. The mansion grand, the bank account, A siren's song, a sweet amount. Not for the spirit, strong and true, But for the riches, shining new. So watch the shadows, sly and keen, Who circle close, a hungry scene. They seek the surface, bright and bold, And leave the essence, left untold. For in the end, the truth remains, The fleeting chase, the gilded chains. True worth is found in depths unseen, A heart of gold, a soul serene.