There are wishful thoughts many
A lilliput with a tall hat
A man in a slouch, slow, lazy, hazy
Cart gilded before a clueless rat
Shiny appearance appeals to him
The outside always in his thought
Penny wise where it doesn't shine
Pounds for the pretty a lot
He doesn't pay where he ought
Value he doesn't comprehend
Delusions of lies fog his eyes
Greed he makes his friend
Or in a super confident streak
His ambition with a drink embark
Fueled by imaginary riches
All talk and bullish bark
The talkative loafers around
Prattle and praise on and on
Alcohol lifts the egos
Weed drivel race till dawn
After the drugs wear off
The silliness congeals into a thought
At noon the man with a groggy dread
Wakes up in his ordinary cot
Then another trip another dream
He finds another quick-rich scheme
The peddlers of common deceit
Keep repeating his angst to him
Opportunities don't wait
They are few and far between
He cannot tell a gem from glass
He lost the entire scene
In a world where you run to stand
This man finds himself lost
The truth is hard but it's the truth
Most of life is sunk cost
The cycles of the sun go on
In the end, the man laments
Time ran out he did not act
He did not make a dent
Few people are worth the time
Inactions write your story not
This today pissing away
Memento mori is all you've got
