show me the money

its a another day in the sun, another day racing along with the rhythm of our time, the continuing price hikes, all we have is a poor mans grave. Have no bucks to spend, can't join my classmates on our field trip at sagada hmmm the caves, the unspoiled treasures, the memories with them really makes my heart grow heavy, i won't be apart of that fun exercise, lack funds to make my thesis, a scintillating work is a far cry in the sky. Its like a prison, poverty has stricken my social life, my friends are complaining that i'm always not around to joining them, almost always absent in our trippings. I thought money is not a big factor but it proves to be a fallacy specially if your in a relationship with someone, its like a management issue, idea then resources, execution. But is it right to get mad at our parents? are they inadequate? does that mean they don't love us that much? hmmmmm......... love won't buy you love. praise be the name of the lord