What matters most..

Time and space.
Trivial things in the scheme of it all.

Power.
Money and greed.
It consumes and devours all in its path.
In the minds of those uncaring selfish people,
All of these things are what matters.
Not love or joy.
But lust and hate.

Now a days,
To have the knowledge,
That money and power,
Are things unneeded,
Is a rare thing.

When you have the ones you love close to you.
Nothing else matters.
Because nothing could make you happier,
Then being around those people.
Whether great in mass.
Or few to none.

It matters not,
What others think.
But how you perceive yourself.

Yes,
With power you have money,
And with money you have power.
But in the end that’s all you have.
Because while striving to get those material things.
You've lost sight of what matters the most.

Those you love?
Now their gone.
Now were are you?

Lost and alone.
With no one to catch you when you fall.
No shoulder to lean on.
No one and nothing but your money and power.

How does that sound?

Are you willing to risk it?