Lost In a misty forest.
Trying to live a life so modest.
Looking for a path to the future.
To strive for money is torture.
Working to achieve happiness.
Wallets full of emptiness.
Climbing towards the mountain peak.
Others wallow in dept so deep.
They wear brave faces, with their cocktail chases.
Spending the money they need to keep.
Through the forest mist our future is just out of sight.
In a green laden clearing, the sun so warm and bright.
Deon Heemskerk 29-9-2011