If minutes were like loose change, how many are you willing to waste?
What investments do you make with this new currency on your plate?
Money is a motivator, why else would we take time to spend it chasing,
Wanting more and more as moments pass in the background, wasting…

Dig deep into pockets and count out every moment that’s went,
Would you settle for what you’ve got or debate how it could’ve been spent?
Nothing is more troubling than realizing how much time is spent within the mundane,
The could haves and would haves of daydreams within routine, day by day.

Some gamble their earnings on foolishness and follies to feel they belong,
Some hoard every cent and dollar to build egos for walls that stand strong.
Some go in debt with misfortunes and unfortunate decisions paying the piper,
Some never get the chance nor contemplate how this currency is deciphered.

Riches defined by character and awareness, not by silver nor gold,
Surroundings are meaningless when opinions can be bought and sold.
We often look to others to mimic what we feel could make life complete,
And blame them when it falls apart, for they are the highlight to the defeat.

We will always look for perfect moments to make the most of our time,
Or we will squander our days and regret the moments that died.