LONELY AT THE TOP
He sprayed his brains upon the wall
Another masterpiece, may he rest in peace
Behind flimsy facades
Of safety, comfort, and luxury
Their hearts hearken the call
Of siren songs in their secret dreams
To lust and squander all
When the last horizon is reached, the final challenge won
What then will fill the void of at last being content?
Glut yourselves, there's no escape from the pain
How many lives have been betrayed by American Dreams?
And the obituary reads:
Another wealthy man paints his masterpiece
Why is it that those who sleep on the streets
Would rather live to see another day?
We need the struggle to survive