they're waiting by the trading post,
offering a lovely box of silver and gold.
my friends are making the travel today,
therefore i'm also sold.
i survey my cabin's contents-
it's state is in disarray
underneath the floorboard is a treasure
for which i've let the rest go astray.
it keeps a humble handful of platinum
which i pretentiously believe they'd die to hold.
if i give it up, i could finally like myself,
but without it, my blood would run cold.
so i'll load up the horses, accompany my friends
for i must go through the motions to save face.
yet once i reach the trading post, and they offer their silver and gold
i'll regrettably refuse and preserve my platinum's place.
