I’ve got a loving family, and money,
But what does it really mean?
Delirium and delusions of grandeur,
Taken to the extreme.
Sure, I became successful,
But for what?
Frivolous work,
that means nothing,
Has unraveled my life.
Marooned in this office,
I begin to sort out the pieces.
The worst of worlds will collide,
As I go along for the ride.
An idea will resonate,
I just have to get out.
It feels like I’m suffocating,
In some crazy roundabout.
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