Love Beyond Wealth
Sometimes dreams can be opaque,
I stay asleep but want to wake.
Dreams can often feel unreal,
but I feel numb - yet want to feel
Dreams are often black and white,
things you know that should be right
take on a new morality,
Not looking like they ought to be.
A dream can lie, convince you to
believe bad things are fine to do.
We tend to talk of dreams as though
If they're fulfilled our lives will grow.
Yet, in my own reality
that's not how it affected me.
I dreamt for years of wealth and fame,
and happy when at last both came.
I didn't know the price I'd pay
when one thing comes -one goes away.
The love of riches makes you blind,
true valuables are hard to find.
Instead of working night and day
I should have looked the other way,
and seen that I was always rich
instead became a grasping *****.
I didn't even see you go..
Too filled with greed to even know
that riches of the valued kind,
are ones more difficult to find
I had before me love so sweet,
the one who made my life complete.
Who didn't care for fancy stuff,
just having me would be enough.
But through my dreams, I became blind,
and sought the stuff we all can find...
But lost the thing that's beyond wealth,
my dreams,my love, my heart, myself.
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