Money
A commodity
Written on paper
With coloured ink
And worth
Nothing

Why do we believe
Everything people tell us?
Why can’t we learn
To think on our own
And not be ruled
By the Laws of the Land?

I can think
And feel
And be
On my own
And yet
I need other
To confirm
Me

The world is corrupt
And the people in it
Even more vile
And yet
This is my home
For now

Will I learn
To be like others?
Or will I retain
My Self Awareness
And be Truthful
To my Self.