Capitalistic Greed

Sometimes I get ‘the money woes’;

for me that stuff just never flows.

But when I look at where I am

I know that I don’t give a damn.

It would be nice to have nice things,

and maybe cash could buy me wings.

But then somehow I really doubt

that buying stuff’s what life’s about.

I know the flow I want to find

is more the flow within my mind.

If I was rich – had lots of stuff

I know I’d never have enough.

The quest for more would fill my days

so I’d miss all life’s simpler ways.

Those ways that feel the earth and sky,

that lift me up to worlds on high

and dive me into oceans deep,

to teach me secrets I must keep.

It is those riches that I need,

not blurred by capitalistic greed.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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