Poverty.

Messages?

"I don't know what I want to be." he said- "I have no dreams. I
know I want to be rich and wealthy, and not be forced to sleep under the trees, even if
It's meant to be that no one will get close to me. It's fine by me. They're much
too much, of troubles and subtleties that can't be seen. I'm much too
late into the game, and honestly, afraid of pain, you see,
and it's inevitable what will happen if I open my heart and my wallet-
wasn't ghandi supposed to be like that? And see what happened- he lost it all. He
meant good, is that what you're trying
to say? It's not okay. He died that way. It's not to
be, I tried too long ago to count, 
but times won't change, humanity's the same.
I wont be fooled by them again. I'll 
miss my chance, if I slip up, and
you won't save me if I flop- no one will. Not
even the ones who claim they'll stay with me
if I slept under the stars today. They know the truth. Just like
you they'll walk away and exclaim that I'm crazy.
won't see me at all, and claim I'm lazy- will 
talk about me, not
to be mean, but as an example of what not to be like.
Me."

"So I'll do this by myself, I can go it alone,
in fact, let's be honest- I'd be held back if I don't, 
case and point, let's see-" (as he points to the streets)
There's a limbless man with a cardboard sign, reading "Not much of 
a looker, or much of a house, and I'd be saved if there were any
chance of a god to restore my leg, but I fought for a cause- won't
you fight for one, too? Fight against complete loss of heart, that's poverty, too.
May he stumble on luck, from some other poor fellow." You'll be like that, too, you'll
find that it's true, if you let someone in because you're a fool. 
This message may be a bit harsh and I'm sorry, but it's not a lie,
Truth, unlike deception, wasn't meant to be kind.
Please, do yourself a favor. If you must,
Open your wallet, but open your mind- and your eyes- close your heart.
Your time is too short to be wasted on filth, and inconveniences of the
Mouth, who chatter on to plant seeds,
and water them to grow into weeds
please, spare yourself the poison, and
do not succumb to such notions. Trust me,
it will be better for all if you learn this lesson,
soon."


"I'm appalled that you feel this way, have you been so terribly wronged?!" "I'm 
Sorry." he replied. "They're lyrics from a song.