Commodities hyped and made available,
With a doing to nessitate...
One to prioritize them as needs,
Often leads to disappointment...
After impressions to make fades and leaves.
Just to declare themselves in possession.
Truth, on the other hand...
Is always accessible and is free.
But so many have been fed,
And addicted to deception...
Many will pay any price for it,
With a kept grief to accept and not return.
'Why keep something that makes you unhappy? '
~If I don't no one will ever believe,
I once had it.
And besides...
In a few more years I will actually own it.
After I satisfy the payments and have kept good credit.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem