You think a man's worth is measured by what he owns, then tell me what comfort is money when you break your bones? It may buy you distractions to avoid the pain that you feel, but when life has ended, it's no longer real. Everything is impermanent, from the house that you live in to the clothes that you wear, at the end of the affair, it's only beauty that remains. Take life by the reins, renew your spirit and remember your purpose. Lust after things that better your life, as opposed to those that cause others strife. Money may buy you freedom from stress, and what you have mistaken for a mind full of peace. The latest technologies that are one of a kind, but a newer version will always be released. It forces you to keep up or get left behind, watching helplessly as your greed is increased. Beauty surrounds you, I see it in fleeting moments, dancing amidst the corners of your smile. It may take awhile for you to change, but anything would be better than this life of refunds and exchange. Open up your heart and smell the scent of success, view the world through new eyes, watch the sun's majestic rise. There is so much to do that does not cost you a cent, yet it fills your heart with hope, and contributes to your karmic ascent. Consumerism has corrupted the notion that you are as unique as fabric that colour has imbued; no two sheets will ever be the same except for when you participate in the materialist's game. I would much rather lead a noble life, than to put a price on finding a suitable wife. Would rather be destitute, yet happy living in the slums, than succumb to the notion that dollars are where happiness comes from. Materialism malnourishes mortals into a meagre state, and still you stubbornly claim that money can buy you a worthy soul mate. Dollars dully distance the dearly departed from their kin, as money matters mercilessly murder marriages. Although this thing called money makes your world go round, I would rather centre on ideas that are much more profound. I am a king in my own right, my riches are my knowledge, to which there is no end in sight. I will prosper knowing that I am simply alive and full of life. Bursting at the seams and brimming over with dreams, I do not need millions, in order to silence my own screams. Instead, I embrace a lifetime of stopping to smell the flowers. Powerful in my own way, my treasures lie in all that money does not devour. With the assistance of the karma that I have saved, I will reign triumphant, no longer corporately enslaved.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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