Money before dreams.
Hate before love.
Everything that drags our once clean image through the mud.
The stolen moments of our laughter and happiness,
these are things stealing our dreams.
Because we are told our dreams are not a need, but a want.
We are told that it's all about the money the hard cold cash,
when it's about madness within happiness. That life is about about our passions that set our souls on fire, yet they tell us no pay the bills and earn the greens before dreams.
Money, money, money is what they believe makes the world spin.
Yet it's really about the happiness and dreams, that could possibly end in dollar bills, but that should not be of concern.
Life is much more than money.
Life is about dreams.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
In Between The Lines
PoesiaCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
