Wealth is a dream of luxury
To conjure mind life living well
In depth of arrogance
 – Pride
 – Plethora
 – Paucity
It makes sense
To the door of opportunity
With eight hours to spend
Measured by possibilities
– Goals 
– Plans 
– Raise
Work is a dream of reality
Masked by our endurance
Blinded by moments of truth
We are the slaves of time
 – Lurking
 – Looking 
 – Hoping   
Where God is
Love is a dream of perfection
Enriched by the power of our faith
And no time were stolen                
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