Late within a certain night,
Reflections of a friendship gone astray,
Spiral above my thoughts as I readily ponder
What should be said if I were to speak
One last time to you my old friend
For unlike you, my eyes are not blinded
Nor are they binded by false illusions
Of money and all its endless glories
I see the picture without any delusions
Of grandeur, so very sad
Once, you were a close friend of mine
Now seduced by the allure of money’s promises
Like a rich wine
Ben Franklin is now your best buddy
Therefore,
Loneliness is your newest companion
And self-loathing is a constant reminder
Of the things once had
So, have you any piece of mind you’d like to buy?
Is there any misery you need to sell?
Sensations of being better than everyone
Causes self-gloating, but does Andrew Jackson
Smile back at you in agreement, or is it sympathy?
Does all of Abe Lincoln’s reassurances
Fill the void of emptiness slowly burning away inside,
So, have you any happiness you’d like to buy?
Is there any sorrow you need to sell?
Now, you bow down to the green god
And in your prayers, what price will
Be the heal all for life’s journeys
One thousand,
Ten thousand,
I see the matter for what it is
Within time, perhaps those false visions
Of sun driven fields of prosperity
Shall be overlapped by dark clouds
And drenched by the fierce rain of reality
Then you will decide,
Which is the greater of two evils?
What having money turns you into
Or the things sacrificed for its attainment?
Reflections of a friendship gone astray,
Spiral above my thoughts as I readily ponder
What should be said if I were to speak
One last time to you my old friend
For unlike you, my eyes are not blinded
Nor are they binded by false illusions
Of money and all its endless glories
I see the picture without any delusions
Of grandeur, so very sad
Once, you were a close friend of mine
Now seduced by the allure of money’s promises
Like a rich wine
Ben Franklin is now your best buddy
Therefore,
Loneliness is your newest companion
And self-loathing is a constant reminder
Of the things once had
So, have you any piece of mind you’d like to buy?
Is there any misery you need to sell?
Sensations of being better than everyone
Causes self-gloating, but does Andrew Jackson
Smile back at you in agreement, or is it sympathy?
Does all of Abe Lincoln’s reassurances
Fill the void of emptiness slowly burning away inside,
So, have you any happiness you’d like to buy?
Is there any sorrow you need to sell?
Now, you bow down to the green god
And in your prayers, what price will
Be the heal all for life’s journeys
One thousand,
Ten thousand,
I see the matter for what it is
Within time, perhaps those false visions
Of sun driven fields of prosperity
Shall be overlapped by dark clouds
And drenched by the fierce rain of reality
Then you will decide,
Which is the greater of two evils?
What having money turns you into
Or the things sacrificed for its attainment?
Email this story 
Print Story 
Add to reading list
