money

all hope

clinging to a flimsy

raft of hope

against reality

but

looking in the eyes

of fortune

i

ask

a

favour

its not much to ask

so many dollars

in

the

world

move

some

into

my

path

please

the truth

i'm swimming

in the green but feeling blue

it is an occupation

sometimes

i feel blue melting everything

down

and i spiral to the worst conclusions

drowning but still breathing

living and hoping for more

believing in the magic illusion as saviour

but the blue knows the truth about everything

and i am an unwilling future teller