Another old poem I wrote years ago
Out of sight and out of mind,
Ignorance can you make blind.
A lifetime spent pursuing money,
Bleakest days, no longer sunny.
Promise made, no plan to keep,
Walking through life half asleep.
Pretending virtue, filled with vice,
A heart of flint and veins of ice.
Evermore consumed by fear,
Sell yourself out year to year.
A self built cage in which you'll dwell,
A thirst for more, you'll never quell.