There is an urge to win, to become,
There is nothing to which we shall succumb
We then look around for something to ply
The power, the wealth and an occasional sly.
We hunt, we prowl, we remain un-tired
We blindly follow, like we are wired
We follow a beat, and dance to its tune
We sail towards it, like a crazy loon.
I can hear those beats, from behind that door
It is inviting, enticing and I would say no more
The admission to which means, all wealth and power
The attainment of life, and all desire.
And as we went in, the music stopped
what transpired then, I could never have hoped
This door opened, to more doors akin
With similar music, and beats flippin.
I guess this is it, I am done,
The length of these laps is known to none.
So today I bench the haste, and I clip the desire
I Extinguish this furnace, which breeds the fire.
It stops here, and their blows the cold breeze.
It’s time for life to renew its lease.
