Remember how when you were young
You
dreamed of growing up to be
A
millionaire, a billionaire
With
wealth beyond reality?
Even
now the flame resides
Within
our vested treasure troves,
Running
off vicariously
With
Robin Leach to hidden coves
Or
mountaintop retreats
Where
servants fill our every whim,
Where
survival is a given and
There
is no "us or them".
So
we struggle and we fantasize
Of a
life that's rich and full,
And
we drift off into sleep each night
To
find our miracle.
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