No soul, no money [a poor poem]

*I started spending pennies to live without illusions, now I spend my life to not die alone.* *Is this the destination I chose? Or just a bad luck move, that put in front of me the ghost of the gross that dominates with strength and charm?*  [Source](https://medium.com/@ChrisHerd/money-greed-and-the-meaning-of-life-cfac7ef9b063) *I wanted to sell my soul for 3 loaves, It was not enough. It seems that a soul traveled It has less value than a few cents of yeast.* *I run so as not to cry, or rather, so that my tears dry faster, so I can forget that at night I'm a crumb at the breakfast of the rich baker.*  # SteemOn!