Building Tension

When I think of “tension,” I think of money. Mostly about the times my card got declined at the register and I was tense and mortified. Or maybe something like, Money streaming from the sky. Or maybe it’s from the tall building made with riches and concrete. But who cares where it came from? People dancing, people cheering. Grasping and fighting. Meanwhile, At the top of the building. Lives a wealthy man- Lived a wealthy man. Who lived with his money. Who was never happy, But on the day of his death, Made a lot of people happy.