Exuding confidence but exhuming priorities,
A wistful sleep follows a worrisome day,
Clamoring at locks on doors of opportunities,
Hope is the key unfound, they say.
Bathe in water tainted with soap,
Wash all the grime off this strife,
Maybe a sudden moment of silence,
Will point out how pointless is this life.
Forgotten memories made with forgotten people,
Assess earnings with bonds of cash,
Don't worry, I'll bury the notes with you,
And you'll remember the forgotten when they too crash.
