They stand outside in the pouring rain.
I sit inside before a warm and cozy flame.
They got cold sorrow engraved within their eyes.
I got the thoughts of Fortune locked inside my mind.
They run around and scream, not knowing what to do.
I type a one into my calculator, and another one makes two.
They look towards each other, blaming each and everyone.
I look into the mirror, whispering: “It will soon be done...”
They live a boring life, with no hope at all.
I think otherwise, as I finish my another call...
They run around in ecstasy, begging to have more.
I adore my own intelligence, as I look around the store.
They still find things even better than before, and never make it to the door.
I sit and laugh at them: “Make me money... make me more...”