Spent another day chasing like each day before,

and what did it gain us this time?

It feels like we’re racing against a short clock,

in effort to scavenge a dime.

 

I guess I don’t get it - the purpose of such,

seems not but to gather in barns.

A quest to arrive at a distant mirage

with no thought of what the quest harms.

 

Do we consider, what else could be

if we had a much higher cause?

There’s so much we don’t have, potential is lost

because we are living at odds.

 

With the Joneses competing, and nature depleting

as we swim through envy and strife.

And we’ve tied all to paper and took all the flavor…

that should be the savor in life.