In a world where desire does dwell,
A riddle I bring, I bid you tell.
From the humblest grain to treasures untold,
A truth untangled, yet still to behold.

What am I, a notion so bold,
Where everything is traded, bought, and sold?
I dance in the air, unseen, yet profound,
In whispers and dreams, I can always be found.

I'm not just coins or shimmering gold,
Nor jewels that glimmer and stories untold.
I'm intangible, yet touch every soul,
From birth to the grave, my presence unrolls.

I can be won, but never be earned,
An illusion of value, sometimes unearned.
With pockets of hope and pockets of dread,
I'm the hunger that drives us, where dreams are led.

In marketplaces bustling, my reign takes hold,
Where desire and greed intertwine, bold.
But remember, dear seeker, as you strive and compete,
Amidst the pursuit, hold onto what's sweet.

For in the quest for wealth, we can often forget,
That love and connection are riches you won't regret.
So ponder this riddle, its layers unfurled,
And grasp the true worth of this priceless world.

Tell me, dear wanderer, if you can unveil,
What am I, the essence that's never for sale?