I often wonder how much a dollar is worth to someone.

Someone, somewhere, something,

what does it all mean to life 

When we have it are we rich, or are we just someone with a dollar?

It's weird that our worth is based on how many dollars you catch and collect.

People with nothing, what do we label them? Homeless and Disgusting,
the ones we neglect,

We just have no respect.

People are so caught up in wealthy fantasy

or say wealthy future, 

Thinking it's going to make some brighter days. Having money

Really never takes away the pain, might numb it when you have it

But, after a while you'll feel the same. 

Money is worth happiness and maybe a chain but once you touch it 

Did you transform into a great? NO,

you're still the same.

Money doesn't make anything worth it, 

what is worth it, is within the holder of it.

The beautiful mind that makes you get blue strips that is

What is worth it.

We get money and think we free’d ourselves but in reality we 

Really just pleased ourselves for a moment.

 Bugs, wild animals, and nature? What cost do they need to face, 

A human with a cost they need to pay and a cost they love to praise

It's all just a visual image that is all fake. 

It's on the person to learn to believe the real

And learn to realize the fake.

Until then, 

The dollar's cost is worth every human's mindfulness