Money makes the world go round

a poem by Devaki Purohit

Money makes the world go round
What am I searching for, what have I found?
An absolute truth is there any
Perspectives and opinions are so many
Positions, stands and histories
What is real and what are stories
Where the self, where is the public?
What does one choose and live by it
Theories over action or action over theories
Either choice will make you seem myopic
Living simply has become so difficult
Or is it our over thinking that makes it so unattainable
Is anything real or everything just an illusion?
Will life just go on?
Or will these vexations find some form…