Each day it's the same
It's a constant mental game
Do I work for the almighty coin?
Is that where happiness and comfort join?
Does the value really exist in a dollar?
Because to me, it feels more like a choke collar.
Holding me back, restraining my pursuits
Limiting my ventures and causing disputes
Is happiness what I want to achieve,
if it comes from such dastardly means?
I challenge us all to find value in something else
And instead of happiness, search for wholeness in myself