Material Regret by RER
breath on breath the dirge begins
another familiar day
leave the cave fetch the catch
its always been this way
what is enough..
whats too much
we always thirst for more
we beg we borrow
we pluck the coins
become society’s whore
we wallow ourselves in filth and grime
to fetch a golden flake
never want to do without
must increase the take
we sport our spoils our wheels and toys
we build the bigger home
we hoard our treasure by every measure
by our possessions we are owned
and all this time the constant grind
the chase for the monetary dream
numbs our thoughts and clouds our minds
with the desire for material things
take a moment...look around
this is what its all come to
killing our world for the sake of money
consume it all before we’re through
and on that day that comes for us all
when its time to pay lifes debt
we’ll leave this world with nothing at all
but a legacy born of regret
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