Will money set me free, or just imprison me even more
will I give more, or just take more for myself, spend more, buy more
how much do I need to live happily, how much do I need to have
the twilight breaks and there is no change in my soul, only more in my pocket, weighing me down, in my pocket
thinking that this will help others, that this will help my future, my family, but if I cannot get over myself, how will having more help solve anything, the likelihood being that it will only make it worse
we say money isn’t everything, and yet we treat it as it is so
without it we are hungry, malnourished, exposed, homeless…
since when did earth itself not become our home
rather these boxes of more
how much, how much, how much more do you need