Observation
Everyone wears a mask—mine’s old—hiding fear, shame, longing, kindness, sadness, envy, guilt, joy, love.
Here, masks on or off, people gamble or conspire, money scores.
Money doesn’t create emotions but tries to corrupt them, it's always lurking. I fight to keep it out, often lose, always trying to fight harder. Masked, I lack compassion.
Money consumes us —how much for a mask? What's a soul worth. Money is a necessary evil, corrupting.
Young, uncorrupted—may it always stay that way, little one.