This world disappointed me

Happiness is not a credit card

This world disappointed You and me together,

Probably it will disappoint

Our children and grand-grand

Children

And it does disappoint everybody

Most of the time.

The little victory we hold tight

At out chest

Cant keep us warm

Cant really comfort

And cant revive the hope

But for only one day, one hourOne moment.

Must be something wrong

Down here,

With the Conception

With the Direction

Or with what this world

Has become after the inventionOf the mighty money.

Putting our wallet above the altars

Didnt help either,

Only it paid the rent sometimes:

Having 30 days of shelter above

Your head,

Makes no difference

In an aimless, hopeless

Faithless soul.And even if you had your mortgage,

Even dreaming that this house

Will be all yours,

Didnt make you any happier:

You already sold tomorrows joy

You already enchained your legs

And live with the fear of stumbling.

You might have this house one day!

It might be yours!

But will you be able and sane enough

To enjoy it?

From all the house you bought

You might reach to live

Only in one bed of one room

From your priceless casle.

You will think you own a house

But in fact, the house will own you,

Your time, your energy

And passion to explore.

Stop selling your tomorrows

Stop selling your steps

Your direction

Your peace of mind.

One is never happy indeedBy having more, didnt you notice?!Dont you discover this each time,

Soon after acquiring something new?How about trying to reach happiness

Being content with less, with little,

With simple little things in life

That you cant ever buy

On credit?September 19, 2005

Toronto