Chasing success at what cost?
a land of treacherous winners.
a land of travellers without destination.
little do we know, they become a part of us, little by little.
We’re all chasing money, love, power, glory,
but we all think ours is a different story.
we look for the truth, but breathe out lies.
We hide our darkness behind screens of purity,
In chaos, we create a false equilibrium, an illusion of surety
on our shelves sit the spray painted golden laurels.
Ours is the throne built with the bones of innocent dreamers.
Ours is the land of wise fools and blind believers.