Money is an illusion, they said
in all philosophical books, I read
Searing the thought into my head and heart
I considered men who lived by it, God's pristine art
But after 20 years of seeing the world
I wonder what lameness I have been sold
and reality has knocked me out cold
I saw money buy bread
High social statuses it bred
A man's attitude and confidence it readily fed
On growing up, I got more to see, how
it even bought bias in a mother's love
Family and friends; old and new
flock to money's odor as if on cue
I have now understood, that I was naive to believe
that a happy man din't need much money to live
I had been smiling all these years; thinking
that people running behind money were sinking
into a meaningless bottom with escape none
but disillusionment, I realize now, was mine and deserve I do of people's mock and fun
Money, I don't need amidst such fuss
people behind it, I couldn't care much less
I want to grow old with not a penny in my pocket
so will try to be oblivious to this repugnant world's racket
