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In this day and age,
I only ever hear of one thing:
Goals.
They're usually material,
Sometimes pertaining to romance,
But I've yet to find someone who wants more.
There once was a time
When all anybody wanted
Was to be seemingly happy.
My how things have changed.
What's the point in living
If all that you're living for
Are things that can be bought?
What are you really living for?
Where's your desire
For the things you actually need?
You're working for materials,
But what about your inner peace?
What are you doing
To satisfy your soul?
What are you doing
To keep your conscience clean?
You'll buy your dream house,
your dream car, and wardrobe, too.
You'll spend so much time working for cash
that you'll never have the time to satisfy your spirit, too.
Sure, the car is nice.
That house looks good, too.
But you have to know by now
That it can't last you forever.
The stairway to hell
Is built with material things.