That allows for success?
Assuming that it comes to you at all,
Or, even, that that's how it's assessed.
You are a chump if you feel you have it made,
But you have less than the guy next door,
And by 'less' I mean in material things,
Not in some lousy concept of what's at the core.
Give me something that I can really hold on to,
With my hands, my heart does not have the power,
To reach out and grab something, so it's little help,
When looking for footholds on the way up that tower.
And it's alright,
You'll never make it to the top, anyway,
It disappears the moment you think it exists.
Even if you sunk in what you saved for a rainy day.
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