Loose morals

My moments continue to happen. I eternally remember the times and sights; smells, sounds, and feelings I've had with different people and in new and old places. I am troubled by the utterly tiring concept of money and living. I look forward to a time wen we can live and survive without having to sacrifice years and years of our lives serving others. We call it self serving but the pieces of paper we hold onto with such conviction is what we serve. Religion is nothing compared to the grasp money has on the world. One day, we will break out. Until then, I understand what it is like to be a slave to a concept that I had no say in. Land of the free, more like home of the disillusioned.