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