Money makes the world go round. I've seen it. I've seen it all. Never trust a soul who says money can't buy happiness because he haven't lived enough to learn the truth. Many seek it and work hard for the luxuriant life they all pursue while others; so blinded by the light, wrapped up like a douche, longing so badly for it and chose the ghetto life. The easy way through. And why would they do that?
For the power and satisfaction it brought upon. Humans have become unavoidably avarice and happiness is to be blamed. An endless list of things they desire that goes on and on which never seem to see an ending. Hundreds of hope, thousands of greed. All relentlessly screaming to be fulfilled.
Days go by, seasons come and go, the face I haven't seen in a decade. I saw him then and searched his face, for any signs at all, remorse, repentance or anything else to provide me with some kind of assurance.
But mostly I searched from within, to see if I could feel anything for the man who left me in pursuit of his own happiness, and I felt nothing.
0 comments:
Post a Comment