I have a mind for simple things, but things are not of mind to simplify. There's always some loophole technicality you buy into and pay until you die. Money doesn't bring me joy, it's more like a darling dead weight. And I seem to have lost my appetite, it's underrated how we overrate.

What I feel is the only truth and what I give out will make up what I'll receive. Can I leave behind my naïveté of youth? Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?