The things we do for success.
All to be great in this life, this temporary life.
The flashy cars, the exotic weed, the beautiful women.
That's success, and happiness for most in this life.
Things at disposal.
All i need to be successful is pure happiness.
Pure release, freedom from the trauma that chains me up for eternity.
Grabbing hold onto all aspects of my life.
Maybe the reason i can't sleep, or the reason my love life is shit.
Maybe even the reason my life is where it is now.
Affected the way i view things, the things i view as success.
All materialistic, all come and go.
I need that forever thing, that eternity love.
The temporary things no longer excite me,
only fills me up for the moment.
My soul craves to be wealthily fed, teach me.
Fill me with more than things that fleet, leaving unimpressionable marks.
Learn me, feed me with the exact amount i need.
I've had it before and lost it all before, the only thing remaining is your soul.
When there is nothing left what will you have to stand on?
A full and nourished soul, or a tarnished soul full of resentment?
Those are the battles i face.
Real internal shit against the strongest opponent known to man.
Yourself.
But what weapon are you going to use on the opponent you can only see when you looking in the mirror.
Materialistic weapons?
Or weapons built on the foundation of your soul.
What defines you?
