New Currency

I dreamed that I could make ends meet easily

 see to others and myself, that we could be

 happy with doors open to the struggling

 to have more than a sensation.
 Possibly once familiar, taken for granted, unsavored,

 a home, unknown to those left out, or without work.

I wouldn't know, a stranger to myself. 

 I come dressed like I could care less. 

but if I cared.. I'd show it.
No more do I make efforts for gestures of a generosity that generations used to make for what it means to say thank you.
If I saw someone's cell phone on the floor, I don't know if I should call and do what isn't done anymore, I never thought it would make a new currency.
I yearn for someone to love, I'm really having trouble loving me,

 I've gone mostly without the affections of that.
To be someone in touch with the genuine. I made a way for a mockery,

 and love is one of many things I know has been a distance from me.

  I thought I'd find it. 

  Didn't think its my crimes that got to me, 

 Someday relieved to think

 I can see the day 
without the need for escape.
Time changing my life's story.