And what price

will you take

to get a comfortable life?

And I want to not grind my life away,

A slave to minimum wage,

that neither cares if I am dead or alive,

And I like to think that I am one of those people

who would be above the dollar signs,

that you don’t take the met gala invite,

or the Nobel Prize,

or that Knighthood,

but these are the things we think signify success,

and everybody wants excess,

without considering what the price is for the rest,

and what’s your price,

I am no Fanny Price,

quietly bidding my time, hoping everything I do is right,

I think even in me,

I have a fair amount of greed,

what is my price?

I haven’t made it yet, that remains to be seen

Let me put it in writing so I can remember,

even what’s green bleeds