But, the Poor Today Have Reached Their Hour

Theres a big black cloud hanging over me
Dreams have come
Dreams have gone
Oh where do these disasters come from?

Potential doesn't matter like it used to
You gotta know everything
Or you gotta know nothing
Say so long to the future, and sing

Hello love
Goodbye life
Hello decisions
Hello strife

Ambitions are for the rich
Money buys you power
Money buys your fate
But the poor, today, have reached their hour

Hello love
Goodbye life
Hello decisions
Hello strife

I love you.

Author notes

Honestly, this is the first thing I've written since the Fall of 2005. I have not written for a very long time, and that makes me sad. I know its not amazing, but my creativity has been put into my fine art for the last three years, and I have not kept up with creative writing (obviously) I have no problem with critical reviews, but please, make sure, if you choose to give constructive criticism, put it nicely.

Anyway, on to what I was feeling when I wrote this poem. This represents my confusion in my current relationship. And also, my resolve to make the best of some of his choices, because he makes me happier than I have ever been.