In our world, time is money,

And our money surely brings time.

In our world, love means something,

And something means nothing at all.

To live in the future, we baggage our past.

Our past piles up and grows heavy.

To live in the future, we forget present,

Because present is happening too fast.

To remember, we forget everything.

And with everything, there's nothing at all

To remember, we choose only,

What we want, how we talk and crawl.

To us, time is infinity,

And surely infinity is all.

To us, infinity is too short,

Our days, swiftly all gone.

In reality, we are our own people.

As true as we can be.

In reality, we are creators,

Following orders from our leads.

Through generations, time has meant money,

Has been corrupted by fakers and spies.

We are not what we eat,

We build what we teach,

And actions speak louder than rallies we preach.

In our world, we are told time is money,

And our money must truly bring time.

But in our world, we are blind and stupid,

No amount of money can grant us a smile.