What are we seeking for in our whole life?
Leave our city and lover just for money and power?
Why can we just feel contentment with a flower?
Why we still seek it? Even though it causes us pain and strife
Maybe we seek it just because in our sick world, they are rife
The richest man will die, the golden city will discolour
When will we realize that money and gold are too easy to scour
When will we discover that under the gold’s beautiful surface hiding a knife
How dumb we are, we let them take our love and family away
Is money important? Or we just follow our old social norms?
Why are we not brave enough to break our form
Why we still blindly obey
How do you define winner?
I keep asking and wonder.