My life revovles around a piece of paper.

A piece of paper that has complete control of me

And my family. 

Will we lose our house one day?

Will we have a car?

Do I need to get another job?

These questions that are in the back of my mind all the time.

I fear for the day I am out of school,

In debt.

I can only hope that I get a decent job,

to get more of these pieces of paper.

This piece of paper defines many,

Though I wish it did not.

I wish things could be easier, 

But that is how the story goes.

Money is our best friend,

But I cease its control from here on more.