Journey, Money


In the confines of my mind,

There's a serious care of mine,

I ask myself why?

The struggle is green.


On my way, I've started

Relying on others,

Independent, self-started

The struggle is green.


All the senseless chatter,

Fact of the matter,

My education spatters,

The struggle is green.


Is it the journey or is it the money?

My mind is weary of it all.


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