I craved success
Measured by money.
I grew up thinking, this would make me happy,
But it didn’t.
I bought flash cars,
Houses and clothes
And rose to my limited potential.
Thought I was special,
A chosen one
But I was not happy.
Now that it was done
Something happened in my head,
This was confusing.
I took a bruising,
Eviscerated
And berated.
I could not bear to look at myself,
The cost had been immeasurable.
The fakes, I often state
Will not break
the fall of a man
exculpate.
I scale steep walls of confusion
Like a “ free” climber.
No ropes or harness
Against a bleak mountain
But surges and urges go on.
