I watch time get stuck in the honey that coats black counter tops
Every minute some fraction of a dollar that's a fraction too little
Because my time is valuable but only just
And it's all sickly sweet and addictive
My feet ache from a want to do something, no, not that
They ache to sit still while I create
To make so much money that I can buy with my eyes closed
Because it's fear right? Keeps me wanting and moving
Movement can't be freedom when each step has a goal
Dollar tags wrap their dollar signs around my throat
Choking out words and songs and how can I help you today
When the right question is how much am I making from this
So when reality bends and warps and becomes viscous
And every movement takes more than I have to give
It's easier to sink into the sugary monotonous march
Of a wallet that'll never quite get its fill
About the Creator
Johnny Hayes
I'm a college student with a penchant for music, video games, and writing.
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