The Final Goal

You’ve finally done it. A large home and a salary that can’t be beat
But imagine one day it all fell out under your feet

Is there nothing left to define you? Do you even know who you are?
Or have you spent your whole life measuring your success to the speed of your car?

Fear settles in. Your real nature demands to be noticed
As inner failures become the main focus

It’s a frightening thing working towards a sole goal
Only to realize it has left you with a gaping hole

Imagine all that you’ve missed as your head refused to sway
Tunnel vision aimed at the top. You engrossed in battles day after day

Now, like a ton of bricks the world’s suffering falls to your feet
You’re dumbfounded at the “troubles” you had as a child struggled to eat

Or you look to your left and notice the beauty in natures design
And begin to think “Ah, now that’s what Shakespeare had in mind!”

Disappointment settles in and I do not blame you one bit
You were trapped in a rat race, and simply refused to quit

But this is why I don’t waste time comparing my success to yours
Because if I’m not happy, I’ve clearly closed the wrong doors

So I remove these materialistic fears quickly from my thought
And try to be truly happy as an honest human ought

I try not to lie, but be authentic and true
And spread as much happiness from me to you

And sure I’ll be happy if I make it big and can rejoice
But I better be sure when I get home, I can recognize my lovers voice

Life’s a balancing act and a difficult one I can admit
But find your poise and you’ll succeed in ways the old you wouldn’t permit.