Clouds poetry

People want

People don't want truth they want lies
People don't want money they want power
But if you don't have money how can you have power?
People want both
People don't want money they want freedom
People want money and freedom
People want love and money
People don't want poverty
People want attention recognization
To make them feel like somebody
People don't want lies they want truth
People don't want any
Some people wish they were dead
Some people fight death the ones who are scared
Who feels as if they hadn't live enough
Death comes easy it eats them up like conavors
Hungry pets who forgot they had an owner
Dragging pointy finger nails on windows in dreams they appear under beds in people eyes at red lights.
"Owner who's that?"

-ashes poetry