Wake of Success
We chase our dreams, a hunt for purpose seems
And thus onward we look into the light
My mind is stuck to this figure of dreams
And now I want for life out past this plight
I find as light appears so near to me
This dream becomes to me so dull and queer,
If I do reach out for this thing, debris
Will lie where once my dream to I endeer
Success I find does harm in time, for null
Does come- arise- in wake of such obtained
As those do know, success is loss of goal.
And such success does breed contempt restrained
Bitter behind me now my goal does lie
and yet success is just when purpose dies
