The Road

It's okay to dream... More than okay to chase 'em! But beware, beware of greed!

With every breath of strength, he grasp...

 

Away, away, away and away...

 

Fly, far...

An ounce for an ounce...

 

Future, Honey, is one peculiar golden arch...

How can one get his hands dirty, only to hold that very gold?

 

Dream, My Friend...

Vanilla of this dark chocolate bar of road...

 

Do not lick too much, do not greed too much...

 

Eyes up front, get up, get dirty...

 

Because the more you walk, the more it goes away...

 

Your ounce if life, that is...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[W R Stowe]

I agree! Money makes a fine servant but is a very poor as a master and many choose to serve it rather than have it serve them