We sold our souls

We sold our souls— It was the right transaction. We were never worthy of keeping them.
My mistake was in its price. Even if it had been worth more, For years, I have not known What to do with the sum of its sale.
I should have let it go more lightly, Not for its value, But for a lesser cost— A shorter lease For these four walls And this 55-centimeter window With its 5-meter Okabe frame.
I wish I had not been fooled By the sign that read: "Your soul—purchased at the highest price!"