wealth in the winter

sitting on the couch, laugh tracks encompass all that is going on at the moment,
i'm so sick of hearing the stupid people's conversations and relationships played out in half an hour segments,
all things known to them fall apart and come back together again, more tightly knit and feel good then they ever thought possible,
ever before, it's all about the half an hour time segment that must get fulfilled, it's not about the fulfillment of the watcher's intelligence or entertainment, it's really all about the fulfillment of perpetuating the machine that enslaves all who fall victim. this happens more and more whenever it's cold outside, the masses are seemingly trapped inside for larger amounts of darkness and time, larger amounts of time that could be filled up with the betterment of humanity, but, most of which are wasted upon things that make them even more unintelligent, undernourished, and uninspired to do anything more than to just stare at that which is killing his drive to create, and killing his ability to pull himself up or out of any and all that is not letting his soul and energy be amazing.

legs kicked up over the arm of the couch, arms behind your head, eyes half open, drifting away, away, away,
relax, take it easy whilst they control your thoughts: you desire to be poor, you desire to be unamazing, you desire to strive to mediocrity to the point of no return.
all possible is lost beneath covers of lies, drift away, make them money, work until you die and owe them money still.

i desire to possess wealth of knowledge, inspiration to create every day of my natural life, ability to do so with passion, and able to inspire all those who touch me to follow my lead: leave the horrible path of money and destruction, turn to smart sustainability, wealth of knowledge, love of people: protect and nurture that which is the most important resource of all, the human being. i just want everybody to be free, the wealth of money isn't working out.