I had it all or so I believed. Impartial were my thoughts at most things yet left empty standing inside the outside.

I never grasped prosperity or the ingenuity of know how.
I enjoyed the falsehoods less the wiser as I ignored logic and claimed prominence.

The thick rope now engulfs me with the familiar circle called meaning. My fingers cramp and my teeth are yellow with worn out gums.

Was I the salesmen or was I the commoner?