Another Day Another Dollar They Say

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

 

 

 

 

 

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