All around me they are,
those who want nothing more
they have everything they desire
and more.
They have girls
they have money
they have fast cars and muscle
and more.
Anyone who wrongs them
will meet a swift fate
with hate and harsh words
and more
All who are not them
who are trampled on,
want to be like them
and more.
They laugh and drink
they hang out and smoke
they kiss and have sex
and more.
They do not know anything
not of chaos or knowledge
they go around with everything
and more.
Sometimes I want to be them
with their small worlds
completely filled with happiness
and more.
Then I chide myself
and remind myself,
they are foolish mortals
nothing more.
