Here’s a toast to hope

A hope the money was worth it

Look at how it makes all the pretty things shine

Awake before the sunrise

Invest your soul into a grind

That lovely house on a hill

Seen only after sunset

Dragging your weary body into bed

Awaken tomorrow

Crying out for something else instead

Open the champagne

Thank a deity it’s Friday

Forty-eight hours to live a life

No end to this emptiness in your sight

Thank a deity that your bills are paid

Sell our souls for a living wage

Here’s a toast to hope

A hope the money was worth it

Look at how it makes all the pretty things shine