it's your life, sort of

you love your
new sports car. did you need
another car.
another
set of wheels to ride around
in? no,
of course not.
but somehow it makes
you feel better about how
hard you work,
the reward
of grinding out the days
towards
sunset.
it will hold you for awhile.
its leather
and new smell, the sleek
shiny
hope that it offers
as you shift
along a curve.
it's a mirage,
but who cares.
it's your money. your life.
sort of.