What
is this you see before you
This vision of a thought
A crack in an idea
Spawned from naught
Between money and god
Where money is success
And god is hope
But money be success
Yet of a different sort
And god possess your wanted thoughts
Yet leaves you with no worth
In peoples eyes
That
is the one thought
The thought of despair
The thought of sorrow suffering its evangelical snare
Leaving yourself less as a whole
But
that is what you see
That is the vision
And that is your fate
If god change it not
Therefore
learn to live with thy success
Be it of whatever sort
As long as your gold becomes not your god
And that is your choice
Find your peace