Luxury

Those long nights when the only thing that wakes up is the Sun Those long days when all you do is get nothing done You don't sleep; you wonder if some light is touching your skin You close your eyes hoping it will open the melatonin gates within Your restless soul is hindered not due to your health But rather from the constant reminders you lack luxury and wealth People think the desire for riches is shallow, but the need runs deep Under your feet, the juices of greed will seep Eroding in this pool of emerald bliss The touch is enchanting like an angel's kiss But the moisture feeds the roots of all evil It grows with a fervor that has no equal Like the fabled beanstalk, it rises from the ground A fanfare of golden brass blows a beautiful sound The thorny vines envelop you, wrapping you in a cloak of pain The seeds you've sown are but a mere price for what you will gain For now, you have shifted into the fast lane Your speakers play the tune of that glistening, golden brass And you're cruising on Heaven's golden road at last Your mind isn't focused on how long it will last You could care less if your position was first or last But God forbid that this ride be your last