A mess of letters // poems

yenoM

(wattpad killed my formatting oof)

Money is something that we hold so high above us, yet there really is nothing to hold.

It holds us back yet we hold it in a pocket

To give someone red roses or blue violets you'd have to exchange money

love isn't free.

If someone is ill and is on life support, you have to buy it

health isn't free.

If you want to have some joyful freetime you'd have to buy expensive electronics

leisure isn't free.

However; there are ways to compromise this.

You could write a poem about the red roses and blue violets

But paper and pencils would be an expense; but a minor one at that

You could make a charity for your ill loved one

But you're making others aid you with their money.

You can use your free time with a friend; and have fun with them and their things

Although it may turn into freeloading.

Money is power

Not only that but money is our society

Enjoying yourself comes at a price

Helping others comes at a price

And loving someone comes at a price.

Perhaps civilization would cease to exist if it weren't for our dozens of currency systems.

Perhaps civilization would thrive if our currency systems didn't exist.

Afterall, many wars have a financial focus

On something we cannot even touch

On something we made up millenia ago

On something that far too many people cannot achieve and die without

On something meaningless when you think of the grand scheme of the universe

Yet millions have died over this, over something useless.

Over an imaginary concept taken way too far.

Over glorified pieces of paper and chunks of metal.

Over a simple, two syllable, five letter word.

Money.