A miser lives in misery

I have seen it firsthand

Spent their lives filling that treasury

Only to find it was all sand

And perhaps I myself am on the road to becoming one

Because I want my own money, I don't want to ask for help from none

But the problem comes when it becomes a lifestyle

Never know how much is enough, so remain content without style

Neglecting everything else to fill that bank account

Only to realize there's no one else left with them to count

Recessionary state of mind, the internal pressures mount

Why can't we ever enjoy luxury even if it requires spending a good amount?

That's why I am going to have a target, a goal

After that I am gonna go all in, not let this saving taking a toll

But if I never reach there, where will there be left to go?