With paper thin objects serving as what’s become the only means of life, it’s absence of intrinsic value becomes replaced by one’s moral value. Tons of Adam and Eves, blinded by the metallic shine of a single dollar.
The antique of one’s silver platter devalued to a paper plate so reusable, as the weakest elements of the Periodic Table have been revolutionized to become the most powerful element of stress at our dinner tables.
"In God We Trust" so clearly embedded, essentially becomes a mock full of irony. What we are left with are Christians by day and Atheists by night, as the loss of the purity in a charity donation is later reimbursed by the sin-infested streets.
Yet, the paper chase becomes the race of so many, as our loved ones spend the majority of their unpromised days in the leading cause of divorces, and the cause leading to deaths.
The only power it serves is in it’s exchange. Thus, to let money serve as a replica of happiness, the value of self becomes bankrupt.
But, that’s just my two cents.
A trap for the meek, as it waits discreetly,
For comfort to take order, and emotion to take over.
The least expected, is it’s greatest investment,
For it’s incontrollable nature, is it’s essential danger.
Only in hindsight, do things come to light,
Leaving momentary bliss, as only a fraction of it’s mist.
Lost, in the security of the idealistic wish,
Gives loss, to the security of one’s internal switch…
Instinct – swallowed by the beating of the heart.
Extinct, is the mind, as it’s no longer in charge.
Too much of it, and it cloud’s one’s judgement,
Too little of it, and it hazes one’s commitment.
Hence, to chose a side, is at what expense…
The loss of sense, or lost experience?
Red pumps, the black & white keys, and a blue ballpoint pen.