A man one day lost his way
Searching on a map
He found himself between the seas
Of "hopeless" and "depressed"

More and more he tried to find
His way back to his home
But the more and more he tried to fight
He lost his way of shore

He had great plans to soothe his heart
With his future already set
So he set sail to the sea
With mammon in his chest

With sails raised, his ship now blew
And had come to a know a land
Of money, fortune, gold, and goods
Of all that he had planned

But looking at his map once more
He began to fall apart
As his chest was never filled
So beats the lifeless heart...