Is it one graced with the presence
of a large amount of money?
Ten, Fifty, Hundred dollar bills in neat stacks
Or gold trapezoids piled up and you can trade back?
Or of a large amount of recognition?
Gleaming lights like miniature suns
Some shining, some flashing
The oohs, the ahs and the hoo-has
An attractive facade for a fork in the road
Of a life worth living?
Or maybe its something more
That you'd like to stand for
No cash or fame, no, you don't like that no more
Freedom, peace, love for all
"Yeah, let's adopt one."
"Yeah, we'll have a ball!"
Yeah, you'd like to think it's something more
Yeah, sure, it's what you'd like to stand for.
Well, friend, a question I pose
Do you really care?
Or are you just a poseur?
See, following the trend's a trend nowadays
They require you to follow through
in the most elaborate of ways.
They tell you, this is your truth, my truth
Our truth.
And thus you follow it.
With utmost belief and conviction
When, in fact, you're straight up lying to yourself
Now, I say, friend
With utmost belief and conviction
A life in truth is the only true life worth living.
