Sitting, waiting, wishing
for the chance to be a millionaire.
Spending money
on a long shot dream to
miraculously come true.
On the slightest chance
of becoming rich,
people claw and pounce,
rip apart relationships,
burn their soul from the inside out.
And for what?
A green piece of paper?
What is the sanity in
circulating unprotected
slips of hope around
in such a selfish world?
Why does money decide the fate
of those with less opportunity?
These questions may never have
a legitimate answer,
but that sure as hell
won’t stop me from asking them.
