It seems so clear, a no-brain call—
To have enough, not chase or crawl.
Our culture trains us not to see
How deep the drift, how trapped we be.

 

Buffer first, in cash and time—
Oh, the freedom! It’s sublime.
Not just more, but room to steer,
A life designed, not ruled by fear.

 

We trade our hours just to survive,
We call it life but we’re deprived.
But once you have enough to eat,
Life’s a game and it is sweet.

 

The trap’s not built from outer chains,
It’s drift and duty wrapped in shame.
Design with care the life you choose—
Or else in life you’ll surely lose.

 

They say, “No Netflix? Are you broke!?”
Then laugh, or pity, like it’s a joke.
But feeling peace and doing fine—
You’re living life by your design.

 

Buffer first, in cash and time—
Oh, the freedom! It’s sublime.
Not just more, but room to steer,
A life designed, not ruled by fear.

 

Your buffer grows with bold designs—
Spending less, a job online.
Move where dollars stretch with ease,
And trade fixed roots for options, please.

 

Time and money, side by side—
Build the buffers, the easy ride.
Don’t cram your day, or over spend,
Space comes first, then choose the ends.

 

They say they “can’t,” then plead for grace,
And never think to end that race.
They wear their chains with tailored pride,
Not finding truths that they must hide.

 

Buffer first, in cash and time—
Oh, the freedom! It’s sublime.
Not just more, but room to steer,
A life designed, not ruled by fear.