How is it that the rich get rich?
Is it what those who lay low say it is?
Can they ever really know?
Can you?
Are you?
You know,
One of them?
I wish to be.
But wishing will never make it so
I must play the game…
And think of it as one.
Money isn't real anyway.
It's an agreed upon mass hallucination.
The zeros and ones
Are just a series of on's and offs
In digital space
Not backed by any gold
Nor silver
Just good faith.
Monopoly money
Real money
What's the difference?
Do you realize that it's just a series of on's and offs
In our collective heads.
All desire does
Is scream to the universe
To give us more of what we don't have.
It magnetizes to ourselves
The state of lack
And so we are given it,
In spades.
To attract value
We must magnetize ourselves
We must see ourselves
As valuable
And trade it away
For those imaginary zeros and ones…
Sounds easy,
But easier said than done
When we've been told since we were babes
What people thought we were worth…
So what do you think you are worth?
What was the dollar sign that popped into your mind?
Is your self worth
Anywhere near what you are paid?
No, money doesn't make one happy,
For true happiness comes from within
And can never come from anywhere else
And be lasting…
But it sure does help
The stress!
So I intend to play the game
And I intend to be a winner
And I intend to take you with me…
So use that imagination
So see yourself as valuable
Because to me you are
Invaluable.
So even if you may not feel it yourself
Borrow my faith for a while,
And trade to the world
The one piece of God's puzzle you came here
To share
And together
We can all be rich!
And in the end,
All we did was change
The zeros and ones
In our head.
