I have a fear of success
What’s to come after
When you’ve achieved your dreams
Do you become dormant
Or form new ones
Are we stretching for goals
Every second of our lives
A slave to our own brains
That never stop running
I fear success..
Due to it not being enough
I cannot finish a race
Just to start another
My lungs have a capacity
They’re already burning
Losing their motivation rapidly
What is being happy
If there’s always more to chase
A world pushing you to have more
A world punishing you for existing
A world manipulating you to do more and more
To just exist
Would be a drug of bliss
The devil keeps it to himself
Or maybe it’s god
Holding it in front of us to bide to his will
To his thoughts of how we should be
It is impossible to break free
Closest you come is by having so many paper bills
Paper that society has pushed upon us to live our lives
Paper that becomes our air
A deep fresh breath is full of pollution
Of tainted beliefs