Its deeply held, I want to get there,
It may hurt as hell, but everything is fair.
To reach the top, I'll move ahead of the pack,
After winning the race, to square one I'm back.
Easy and nice, I want to live in the now,
Forget all my worries, but don't know how.
Like a pig in the mud, I let my hairs down,
Hangovers are for mornings, for now lets drown.
I don't dream now, I just have nightmares,
Reaching the top is horrible - I was caught unawares.
The lazing in the afternoon, has lost its charm,
I've realized I'll be slaughtered, like the pig in the farm.
Neither success nor pleasure, let me be driven by whats right,
A fulfilling life would happen- only then in hindsight.
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