Money. Something we all need,
yet something that destroys us.
Something that strips us off of our trust,
and something that creates problems.
Money. Everybody wants some.
Some earn it, others work for it,
and some just steal it
because it seems to be the only way.
Money. You are judged by how much you have.
Can you afford the newest iPod?
Can you spend that much money every time you leave your house?
Can you buy a better car than before?
Money. Doesn't grow on trees.
Yet it seems to, when you have too much.
Doesn't grow on trees.
No, not for those in need.
Why? Why did they invent it?
Wasn’t taking my sock for your lace enough?
A fair give-and-take trade.
Simple and happily-resolved.
As I sit here in the dark hall,
Typing away in the computer,
I look at the money I just got,
And still can’t help but feel afraid.
Afraid of losing the money.
Afraid of being irresponsible.
Afraid of feeling the guilt.
Oh, to hell with money.
