Preoccupied in your own thoughts
Insulated by your wealth and job
Sheltered in your focused world
Missing out on what life is worth
All alone on your pedestal
rich in every worldly way
yet you know that you still need more
And deep inside you seek for joy
Money does not buy you happiness
Yet you hope that it might work
And a glimpse of peace will fill your heart
In the stay of your earthly life
These illusions causes pain
And you feel the world ‘s insane
Time ticks by and you cannot decide
What is truly missing in your worldly reign
MARYANN BOSAH 