Happiness is not money,
And they’ve said so,
But what if money could buy you happiness?
They said, sure, it can.
What if you don’t have time to buy it?
They kept quiet.
I’ve realized over time,
It doesn’t really matter,
What you do or where you go,
Or where you are, and how you do,
It only matters if you care,
About what you do,
And if what you do,
Cares about you.
For no one really cares how the day is,
Bright, cloudy, sunny, or rains,
But when the black of night sets in,
And when you want to dream,
Will the dreams come easily to you,
Or will you have to struggle?