Some things Are More Real Than Money

Trying,

Tired of trying

To sell scraps of paintings.

Stolen to look so real,

Buying what looks so hopeless.

The train is nothing more than a waiting game.

Stole all your ghosts,

Rest assure no compassion.

The forest could

Become so pretentious,

Still this place

Was made for 2.

Inoculate all the vaccines,

Burn all the profits

Not finding your place;

Such a stupid thing to do.

Latching on to others, unable to walk just for you.

Never able to understand

These words I say to you,

Time and space are metaphors