Do we obtain things or do things obtain us?
Is our want and need all in
the name of that lonesome
power they call greed?

We want, want, want and possibly
want some more.
We are in a constant battle, a constant war-
in a dyer need to always succeed.

Ah, but what is success?
Surely it can't be and overload of cars, money and sex.
In which we have quite the excess,
yet you'd only whisper to confess.

Can you name the richest man in the cemetary,
and what about all his things?
Was his coffin big enough-
for them to be buried?

Our idea of success needs some rearranging,
a tune up and some soul engaging.

A clear slate to start brand new, but I can tell you this-
you'll never know true success until you decide whats
important to you.

Is it happiness that always tends to fall through,
that comes from living and breathing, for only you.
Or were you able to catch your purpose on fire,
and burn brightly within its flame.

I'd rather be remembered for all my good deeds,
for it is within these tiny tresures
you'll find your path to succeed.