Change
Chop it into NFT's and sell it out
We only ask full credit
And that half your profit
Goes to charity.
Literally an economy
Of Interest
Worth as much as your willing to pay
Attention
My gift, my poison
My urge to be a society
Unto itself
A match to light a thousand fires
Offered freely
Content
Competent or not
You get what you paid for.
Balls of energy in space
Fighting against gravity
Burdened with hand me down expectations
Raised in a world lost to time.
Keep taking
I'm waking to
What I'm willing to give,
I've plenty more where this came from.
