THE MONEY MONGER

My attention is fixated on the news,

Engaged in daily business for profit,

No time for leisure or self-reflection,

I have become the sole advocate for myself,

Prioritizing tomorrow over nature,

And fighting for tomorrow more than it does for itself.

I may not excel in my endeavors,

Yet I persist in being true to myself,

The one person who never abandons me,

My dreams, my desires, and my aspirations.

I have recently come to realize that I have lost touch,

With the inner sanctuary I once created in my heart,

A place of solace and rejuvenation,

I no longer seem to visit there.

My friends, who used to frequent this space, wonder why I have become so withdrawn,

But I feel they fail to comprehend the weight I carry,

For I have borne it alone,

Thus, I have become a recluse.

I am weary of this new version of myself,

Yearning for immediate gratification,

Yet the more I strive to make it happen,

I find myself unable to sleep, consumed by thoughts,

Questioning if there exists an easier path to my goals.

Now, I understand the need to temporarily abandon this persona,

A day or two of respite will suffice,

My phone and other devices should also take a break,

Allowing me to rediscover my authentic self,

For I am confident that I can.