Money is a cudgel, a weapon disguised as a tool
to claw through difficulties so we can reach the
peace and happiness buried beneath the
obstacles built from shattered dreams.
Oh, they’re not our dreams; they’re hopes
dreamt by emperors and kings and placed
in front of us, like carrots on a stick,
urging us on to seek what they want.
And when their dreams become heavy and
splinter under the weight of their own
broken promises, we’re taught that money
can buy our way through the shards of loss.
Finally, when we realize money is a weapon,
we find that the cudgel is stretched into a
steel rope and wrapped like a harness around
our necks, leading us to someone else’s dreams.