Value

I’m neither aimless nor am I lazy.
Though…maybe just a little bit crazy?

The life I had lived just stopped making sense.
The chasing of money distilled in me tense.

Money muddled my truest ambition.
My heart was in the game of creation.

Subtracting monetary endeavor…
I was forced to create morsels clever.

Words are free so they were first.
Now painting & sculpture further slake thirst.

Cheapest materials understood well.
Money creeps back when encouraged to sell.

However, now, there is no greed in it.
Enough for rain & a friendly visit.