Three million cash.
That's enough
To fund a war,

For a day.

When I think of that
Kind of money, I first think about
What it does
To the mind, to the work, to

Everything.

There's still the same frustrations
Artistically, yes?
There's still the same void
Smiling and clicking its tongue, yes?

I'm attuned to my own mind
When I am free of distractions.
Money is like the devil
Flicking small pebbles at my bedroom window;
Like a lover in disguise.

Three million cash.

What changes then?
Would I be the same man?
Would I care,
For the same things?
What wishes would come true and
What nightmares?

I look within myself
To see
The outside world

Clearer.

It takes time, like
Everything.

But, it does
Take
Time.

So take it.

Take time
To look within for time
Is finite like:

The moon knows.
Like the snow.
Like the flowers know.
And as the wind
Does blow.

There is no tick,
Without,

A tock.