The Living Cost

Between the time card and the grave, We trade our days for dollars spent. Each sunrise mortgaged, sunset saved, For what we call accomplishment. The hamster wheel spins endlessly, As we chase what we're told to need. Survival isn't thriving, see— Just breathing while our spirits bleed. To make a living isn't life, Just passage through familiar halls. The true wealth lies beyond the strife Where joy, not obligation, calls.????????????????