Money is like magic
When you have it
And earn it
Everything feels normal
And you only need to follow
A path to more money
However dreary the work is
It is there but when
You lost your work
Is like being lost in woods
You walk and do not
Find a way or an income
And it takes forever
Until you eventually
Find a tiny road
You start to doubt
Yourself and your ability
All criticism seems so threatening
Correct
The more you trust the critics
The worse it gets
It is a trick and a trap
Still the sun is quite
Trustworthy