How fortuitous of thee to find me, sitting, waiting, staring, wondering what will be.
The complications of the universe seem so simple compared to the understanding of humans.
We push and pull forget what we are told.
Everyone is right as long as we are alone.
The colour of blood runs the same in you and me.
As we try to make one another bleed.
What's mine is mine and yours is yours and we'll keep it all behind locked doors.
Money may not be the fairest form of currency
But it is the liquid form of everything.
From the dirt under your feet to the clothes on your back
To live in a castle or a tinny shack.
Anywhere in the world and anything one does
Is only because someone paid the bucks.
Bills on the counter and dishes to be washed
Everyone worries about the cost.
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