I am angry
Angry at myself
Angry at myself for being angry at myself.
What caused the anger?
You, you ,you ,you and you!!!
All of you have angered me.
You have made your lives so comfortable that mine seems like a beggars journey to misery
I am so tired of following your preconceived rules
Exhausted of even believing in them in the first place.
How can I walk alone?
How can I want money more than I want happiness?
I would rather die a poverty-stricken lad than being on the quest for money.
I am kidding
I love money
And it’s the cause of my problems
I thought money could solve all my problems.
I have had a few coins here and there
But they seem to bring I’ll fate
What about the bagfuls I fantasize about?
Sentiments II
Heart of Art 