Greatness,
A tad difficult they say,
why,
Them, they only know

So what is greatness,
is it a mere number?
A bank balance,
or a career too good to be true?
Them, they only know

Then there are people,
who say happiness is of prime importance,
so greatness can wait,
While they secretly crave for the absolute
which is nothing but,
Greatness again,
But they think,
Them, they only know

So where do we lie,
the dreamers, the trespassers,
the poets;
The truth is
we live in that margin, where
art collides with existence,
And I shall meet them there and only there,
for greatness, don't fascinate me and my kind
Them, they only know,
or do they?