What a year! what a year!
Never thought I would want to seek a name
Till I woke up one morning
And googled, how I might be rich this year
Write my name in the sands of time
What time? what sands?
Never quite understood
It was always a joke to me
And there it was before me
Various lists, various aspirations
Why so many, why never ending
Perhaps it seeks to see my end
To venture this path will be tragic
To see the end of this road, the time I have not
Perhaps king Solomon was swift
But the end I know not wise to aim for
But then, its an abyss
If you look down
There might be none to save thee
If you tread the path of money
But here I am again
Warned of its lust, which so enticing it is
Don't! don't !shouts the voice of the king
Don't google, how I might be rich this year.