Since I was thirteen;

I always wanted money.

The idea of being rich

Was my greatest fantasy.

Now I’m living my dream,

Big house

Big yard

But no family.

I am alone in my dream.

I thought having lots of money

was all I wanted.

That being rich,

was better than being poor?

So why do I sit at the end of the dock

And think “I still want more.”

I could blame it on my human nature;

Say “oh it’s just one of my flaws”

Since I was thirteen I wanted this dream;

Now that dream has come true,

But can this new one too?