In life such desires are made manifest,
Upon ones creativity one invests,
Upon ones intelligence one banks,
Upon ones wisdom is assurance placed;

Do you believe in yourself,
Enough to pull through?
Too you believe in the totality,
Of succeeding without someone somewhere?

Man in all his mortality,
Voices out authority and superiority,
Saying, "come unto me, wealth seekers,"
"And I will make you rich,"

But take time to think through,
Is it all worth it?
Relying on the words of flesh?
And ignoring the words of wisdom?

Man doesn't hold any key,
With which to open wealth's door,
Except that which is given,
By the janitor of endless glories.