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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