Hostages of desires

Пилипенко Сергей
I see the people around,
Walking in the street.
Always stand their ground,
Take whatever they need.
Can not cease the desire
Of getting wealth and the fame
They push themselves into fire,
Into the sea of complains.
They never wanted to stay
Behind the trend and the fashion
And take credits and debts
To buy some luxurious mansion,
So they spend their lives
Blindly chasing the money,
Never free, never glad,
Never stop their running.

Open your eyes,
Turn off greedy mind.
Take every moment
As the last in your life.

And they work day and night,
Like machines, for enrichment.
They're deprived of the time
Getting richer and richer.
Precious years go by,
And in the end of the days
They will like to rewind,
Find the light in the maze.
People bury themselves
Into their own desires
And subdued to the ego
They climb higher and higher.
By the time they get rich,
Pockets bursting with money,
They're about to leave,
And that makes it funny.

Open your eyes,
Turn off greedy mind.
Take every moment
As the last in your life.