Light ...dark.

Search all you may for the light in paradise..
While all the time pretending there is a hidden prize.
Run run , run all you can,
Chase behind the forgotten mist behind that summer van.

Chase behind that forgotten mist for gold you so seek...
All the while laughing with pride, pitying the weak.
It isn't them you pity, it's who you are.
Look behind the mist in here , look far afar.

And once the end of your lifetime arrives,
You reach your supposed gold prize.
Take a handful, with ecstasy felt,
And then you feel the leprechaun gold melt.

Your light isn't in gold or a destination,
It's the journey, the beautiful spring nation.
It isn't in the silver lining ,
Look deeper but lighter, in the everyday a-living.

Look into darkness so you may perceive,
What comes to be, and you will once see.
And in your might of sadness and frustration,
You will feel light , in darkness' elation.

In reply to @Stablish