The paper draws the map.

The paper creates the trap.

My morals will be tested.

What is worth the stack?

Do I sell my “infinite” time?

Or do I sit here and advise in rhymes?

Will I be happy with this paper?

Will my impact stay or stagger?

Words will live while paper will rot.

Family gives what money cannot.

Love is endless, but paper is not.

They taught me morals.

But should I follow them?

Do I believe in my purpose?

In my goals, strengths, and powers?

In my time to strive,

What will I give?

What route will I travel?

Are my morals worth more than money?

The question will live forever.

But what is your answer?