People chased money.
And relocated their lives...
To acquire things.
Based upon materialistic values.
And what they thought,
That chase to them would bring.
And those who kept their faith...
Believing to be fools,
With impossible dreams to pursue.
Seem to be the ones more fortunate,
With less things.
Appearing to be happier...
To express an inner being.
And feeling quite pleased,
God has acknowledged their devotion.
With a gift that calms and soothes,
Dispositions.
While those feeling self obsessed...
Do their best,
To resist displaying an external anger!
With their investments in assessing others,
Passing judgements done.
Aren't as freely given today.
As much as they receive them!
In a repossession way!
And foreclosed dreams...
Leave them feeling much betrayed.
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