I catch them
In their voyage for more
Rummaging through daylight
Over heaps fuming gore

To salvage existence
In it’s daily turn for strife
Becomes the sole aim
The treasure of modest life

Some peer out
From drenched windowpanes
In their quiet weaving
Of masterful gains

Texture unfolds
For lavish dreams to expand
Kept from angst they formerly knew
Blissfully pampered and fanned

I seek them all
In their lustful scour
Gleefully lost
As tasks fall sour

To rummage freely
Is a beloved right
The scourge of many
Foul and heinous plights

Brandish vibrancy within your search
And lavish heights shall be your perch