I was told it takes a lot

to be happy and alive

A coffer full of money

and a chestful of pride

Reason was given none

when I started off on the quest

Dragging through the shade and sun

I always tried to be the best

Regardless of my emotions

and keeping aside the worries

I was all engrossed

No matter howsoever blurry

my vision for the path got sometimes

It was all haste on my part for sure

Not a single moment I could call mine

I am still searching for that cure

Money is not my muse anymore

but the struggle to strive

I have lost my soul more than once

In the quest to be alive.




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