Memoir -

What’s to fight for, another day?

I asked myself when l fell from the highest peak

Greed haunted me forever and gave

More satisfaction until it was in my grave

High cash flow drives to off limit

Benjamin in my mirror, chemicals in my veins

So how much further can everything get,

As long as l breath and am not clinically dead?

So what fight is this after all?

I feel nothing despite i’ve seen the end.

And what am i to be afraid of?

When i’m already dead and reserved my place in hell

Consulting is no god’s term

For being born, humans instincts within

Valleys of gold to be conquered by

Bold imagineers with wildest thoughts

But the grass looked greener on the other side

I had my time, in blurry scenes

Scared lands full of strayed souls

Who’s to say all you need is less

So what fight is this after all?

I feel nothing despite i’ve seen the end.

And what am i to be afraid of?

When i’m already dead and reserved my place in hell