Don't show a friend your gift, or your bag of money if you still want to maintain your relationship, but if nay, go on, and all you'll see is hate and jealousy, and you'll fight with him in the street like a dog and all you'll feel is regret.
There is nothing around me but money, money, money.
[Poem: Slates of Grey] Sullen faces like slates of greyβ What Iβd seen on a walk today. Bodies rushing bodies bolting Time for life a disregarding. Money to make and to grow old What about the hands to hold? Deadlines, projects, people to meet What about our own two feet. Sullen faces like slates of grey... What Iβd see most anyday.
Without enthusiasm then what we have surrounded ourselves with becomes worthless.