Sleepless nights intertwined with a Working hand,
Big buckets of blood.
Grafting veins that keep on Giving.
The network construct that optimizes Flow,
A System Circulatory that emphasises Grow.
I’m here at college, Weaving reeds of courses with no End
Deep pockets of Money
Making baskets that keep on Collecting.
To set by the Eaves and Gutters
When it rains, I might win a Lottery
A system Powered of organs
A system Pumped by Trade
Trade the Art of Transaction
Trade the Heart of Money
An art of belief,
Currency made of useless Paper,
With value embedded in a vast network of Minds.
A soul born of belief.
It’s the one fuelling my zeal today,
A faulty switch on my eyelids, I can’t turn off.
I’m having a sleepless night today.
Feeding my money-making Wolf.
Make Money, Can’t Create Money.
Owned existing Money,
That’s where you get it.
But Impatience demanding;
It’s a now Matter! Urged to pump Faster,
Accumulate Latter. Can I do It Faster?
Taking it, is one way t do it.
But I heard Rumours,
Doing the Job, They got shot.
Or robbed extra,
A couple of dollars and some lives.
Took away precious Loved ones.
I heard nature took vengeance,
Peace flew away and Disintegration took place,
Nature of a rotting conscience.
Sold their souls and Lost their selves.
No blood money, I won’t take it.
I have blood money,
Destiny written on God’s palm.
I’ll make money.
Some get it by “second” jobs,
Getting on their knees for those who have it,
If not begging, I bet sucking.
Metaphor or not,
My dignity is not for sell.
Principle not Pride.
Between my Dreams and Reality,
I step with caution.
Terminate fantasy of Enhanced Ability,
No room for that option.
Looking at the past, I have answers now,
Progression of physical capability isn’t, wow!
No room for unfixable Regrets.
Time travel doesn’t exist in forever
Looking at the present,
None from the forever future set foot in my time.
Only superpower in my reach is getting rich.
But I’m on fire, My head Exploding,
This Studying is giving me Aneurisms
Intense Migraine pain too Deterring.
Pushing me to Reconsider hard Labour,
As if I won’t mind doing the Digging
And in Ideas of Artwork, talent Digging
Clearly I’m Reaching
but with something of Passion,
It’s worth my time.
It is a theraputic Obsession.
It is a Sleepless night, Today.