carry on.

Taking time to realize

   The sheep don’t fall

Far from their castles

   Nor do their prey-

Nothing seems array

  When money is easy

To find because the

Backyard tree was gifted

From your Father-

But when you grow up

    In an abode full of stress

And mess: money-less

Things seems real and raw

   At such a young age

Love seemed to be the only

       way-

I don’t ask for you to

Shower me in gifts or money

    All I want is to dance around

The moon, with you in hand-

Sometimes the apples taste

Like the pears, and you want

To be that sweet too.

But honey,

      melons

Don’t grow when the sun

Can’t shine, and the love

In my mind has evaporated

Into a haze-

I just feel for the people

Who think money is

The answer to love.

Because it’s certainly not