We work most of our days
for a false profit. The richness
we seek will surely leave us
weak. Day in and day out,
we lose ourselves in the vast
shadow that society casts.
We chase paper that means
nothing in the end. We search
for happiness that only exists
inside of our hearts. We yearn
for love, but find ourselves
lost inside of price and cost.
Every day, we feel empty due
to the temptation of possessions.
We tend to value things that have
a price tag, which leaves us stuck
inside a self-made cage. Numbers
become more important than words.
We love to eat chicken, but we don’t
consider the journey of the birds.
Before we know it, our lives will be
nothing more than repetitive steps
that drags us down to the deepest
of depths. One day, you and I will
be memories of the past. Let’s hope
we can burn all of our cash before
both feet touch the ground on
the other side of the door. More,
more, more is what we want, and
loneliness is what we get. We must
not work for a false profit. No amount
of cash will make our happiness last.