Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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Eternal Poetry, right?

Lets talk about something eternal then, something immortal.

Immortal fantasies.

Haven't you ever dreamed about power, money, and fame

While taking a hot shower, wondering at life's crazy game

Hazy thoughts with no plans, but still the dream is the same

Whatever I want to speak, my rhyme always comes out the same

But its all good, I guess it was meant to happen

For the fantasies' so old that they have become stale

Why do I need new words to retell an ancient old tale

That runs in the mind of the waiter at the hotel

To the researcher and the scientist waiting for his nobel

Why is it that greed and avarice is causing us to bleed

But our hopes for a better tomorrow never end up getting ceased

Cause it is true that if you make it, there are ten others that don't

You build your fortune at the cost of those who won't

See the pedestal is saturated and there's just a percent at the top

Still they lust after what they won't get and they don't stop

Give them their fame, power and their money 

And in return they'll just sit back and enjoy and suck at the honey

Forgetting about those who worked and brought them up there

And those like them, struggling to make it up from everywhere

And isn't it true that these celebs live a plastic life

Media tails them, ready to cut and stab with their knives

Feeling so lonely so empty and so hollow

Yet in their footsteps everyone wants to follow

And alas, its a such a sorrow to-

Follow these immortal fantasies

You'll end up with insanity

Sold your soul for pride and vanity

The ruin of all, these immortal fantasies

And these are just the ones that are in the real

There are many more that are barely surreal

Yet they get grown men pining and longing for long

Just like I keep doing so, in my songs

I guess imagination is not committing any wrong

Time travel, teleportation as old as King Kong

Who dreams of making time travel in a direction that's wrong

As if all it required, was their machines to be strong

The other wants to rule space, such a nutcase

Who ever thought that a portal won't land you at the same place

Imagination is sweet but unfruitful, such a horrendous case

And as if it wasn't enough, he dreams of being immortal

Little ant, can't even live his life as a mortal

Kids, be happy of whatever you have in total

Cause the world can't give you more than it can shovel

There's children out there, living in small dirty hovels

And you dare to want to live in space, well, that's just not swell

But I can't stop you from wondering and dreaming, oh well

Just remember that if you fall in, there's no bucket in this well

And then you can never say that I didn't tell

You, to stop running after-

Those immortal fantasies

You'll end up in insanity

Sold your soul for pride and vanity

The ruin of all, these immortal fantasies

Dreaming about ecstasy

Only looking forward, to what's next to see

Always wanting more, then what less can be