You Love Nothing

In a sense,
I feel stressed
When I’m by myself

To what do I have in front of me?
It is not certain

For I am alone
A lonely man
With nothing to call my own

Yet my assets are tight
I regularly should feel fine

Till this day,
When I see you again
Yet, I feel the same,
As if we never really met

Your ambitions
For what can countless possessions,
Create a family of love of true passions?

This is obscured in the sense
Of how I feel as a man

Though I wish on you plainly
It is as if I can see you vaguely
Because this dream is fading away

Our lives as a couple,
Are drifting away
To which your love, is not mine

Though our interests are the same
The money tree is the only seed,
To which your fruit of nothing is what I see
In a sense on what you only see
In your self proprietary need

I am now awake!

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