I have this feeling sometimes,

Hearing the wind ringing the chimes.

What if i don't get a loving wife.

And what if i don't make it 'big' in life..

I dream of being rich all day long,

Then thinking of love, lost in some song..

And i think deep about this doubt-

Is this what life is all about?

I hear lovers talking to each other,

Babies crying for their mothers.

I see people in cars of their desire,

Tycoons burdened by load of their empires.

And it gets me wondering,

So I think, going out and wandering.

Is it love that i want more?

Or is it my bank account i want to roar?

Thinking over it for quite some time,

Wondering if my thoughts even rhyme..

Not finding in my pocket a single dime..

I realize being poor is just a crime..