The materialistic slave

You look down your crooked nose at me,
as if i was an anoying little flea.
You are rich as you get more pay,
you see i am rich in another way.
You are bitter and obsessed with fame,
but i am happy with no money to my name.
You spend money without a thought,
but I appreciate what i've got.
You are old and running out of time,
but i am young and in my prime.

I am free and i feel so alive,
a feeling you have been deprived.
I know how to love and how to care,
you know only how to hate and stare.
I know of laughter and joy,
you know only to distroy.
But you will never distroy me,
because i am happy, cant you see?

Fame and money is what you crave,
I am free but you are a slave.
I have family and friends in this city,
it's not anger i have for you it's pitty.
Your eyes are filled with jealousy,
as i jump up and be free!