Wed 12:17 AM

Those that had little to begin with know they need less
Those that knew naught but wealth are truly repressed
Neither fortune, nor fame spares a lonely end
And even the greatest legends and legacies fade away
Friends come and go, and family might stay, but come what may
All I will ever have is myself and the little moments of today
Let the world convince me that I am but a menial dreamer
Beautiful naivety, my dreams are sweet and I’ll be freer
Let all strangers blind me with a thousand musts and needs
Rather ambitiously, my nothings are filling and I burned the rest
Let them put my will to test, and place my body in a carefully supervised cell
I’ll close my eyes and resign to the paradise that is mine
Unconventional views ascertain, it is not I that is unwell, caged, or enslaved
Reality lies in perception and I choose to suffer my own deception
As a charming failure painting smiles despite unforgiving gloom or cold
And when time reaps all, seeing the grandest grow weary and old
Let death come to take her rightful claim
Who then is to boast greatness when all that is ends the same