Things seem dark in the world around me
I question my thoughts
Realize I could have been gaining
Status that wouldn't matter two years from now
Royal treatment to every second that flashes by
The surrealism in my heart
It beats in irregular motions
I am a weak member of the world
Been played in thinking I was important.
The high life and the American dream
What person thought this was something
That could be accomplished in sixty seconds
Some people have things they know shouldn't belong to them
But I lost my care in thinking bigger is better
Gold fails to deliver the appetite anyone could feast
Money is a waste of one's eyesight.
Maybe I am a fool to believe riches never win
Once a failure will never be more than a failure
The choice to remain less than the world
Makes me an individual
But for every second I drift slower into the abyss
The single ray of hope that keeps me from demise
Are all the riches that no one can hold
For I have something I always
Will be greedy upon.
