I've made bets, I've done my wages,
locked my money in specific cages.
As it rages, as it's yelling to be freed,
I've worked out the raises that may lead
to what I need.

I've parked my car so often so soon,
I've tried to take pictures of the moon
in cities, in bars, on rooftops, on mars.

The plants are dead, the lights are dimmed,
the trees and hedges, carefully trimmed.
My garden is a place of finding
things, binding things, reminding
me every once in a while
how too much water killed the smile.

Other options seemed to pale,
I bailed my investment out of jail
as soon as I saw the rotten, rusty hinge,
stale enough to make me cringe.

When markets are inconsistent
and your growths may seem persistent,
take another look outside
to remember every time you've lied
to keep your dreams alive.