The Reality of a Future Glance


You threw me away like a grain of sand, 

Carried astray by the winds at hand.

All for what? 

Your own self-righteous gain;

Hopes that you've preserved your precious treasures of today?

Do unto others as you'd have them do to you,

Because one day you'll wake up and realize

That I made it this far because of you.

Count your money, I'll count my friends

We'll see who's richer in the end.


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