Money, power, love
Symbols of a symphony
Playing out one by one to the beat of mastery
Bump it, thump against the hem
Jamming, feeling, no place of Kin
Yet familiar to the taste buds
Facing the sunrise called home
Give money, in exchange for love
Power in replace of reality
Deception for the artificial greed
Stemming from the debt of mediocrity
Save your own soul, the three stooges can’t buy it
Bury it in a sack, why can’t the better half just try it
No one understands your language
Speak a little slower
You thought you could buy her
But she couldn’t be a player
Soul winning, expression of the sunburn
Her love knew your hazard
Unable to tame the vicious cycle
So she let go of the hassle
Let it be
Money, power, love
Can all three exist?
She decided to win without asking.
