Money is earned, but often more quickly spent
Knowledge is learned, but at what true expense?
To me, there is no greater tragedy in existence
Than one who compromises creativity for earthly wishes
For without color, the world is simply black and white
Like viewing a portrait through two eyes lacking sight
What we need is not the next material purchase
But to open our minds and pull back the curtains
For the mind holds more than money can ever buy
It allows us to spread our wings and depart into the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem