What success truly means Is so much more than it seems. You grind, cheat for supposed fame But after all, you are just a name. Just a face amongst so many Who, to take the bill, toss the penny. You gave up the love that loved you most To sit with strange men, and boast Of vaults of riches and empty halls. You are no king; but prisoner within walls You see and hear but cannot so feel And the game goes on like a vicious wheel. You own men and they will do their job But when lifeless you lie they will not sob. Then, from up there, when you look through You find the world is just as fine without you. You’ll see your empire being handed over To a son, just as vain as his old father. The man you see now, is successful too He has killed the innocent boy you knew. He is you and you are him The light within is growing dim. And as always it is far too late To go back and alter your horrid fate. You wish you left the bill to keep the penny Kept your love and saved hope for many.