The rich man sits at his window
watching the day move
without moving with it

he looks into the glass
the beer of his fears
and his tears

not knowing where to stop
he pours one more
and another
one more

the people down below could not ever imagine
what the man above them knows
of the world in his ways
he moves so slow

towards the broken glass

he watches as the world crumbles in his hands
and knows he has the power
to stop the world from falling

the people rush below him
to the places they so need to be
making money to stay alive

another thing the man does not know

the rich man has all he could ever need
and throws it away without thought
just to have his next buzz
and move the smaller people

move them to something that no one knows
not why nor how
will the rich man tell them

one more drink to make the world go round
is all he ever said
no one knew to stop him

the rich man sits at his window
watching the world move by
wishing he was one of the smaller