You have no one to blame but yourself in your own demise,
As you chased and sought after the frivolous prize,
Ignorant of what matters is not what glitters, that is but a disguise,
Nay, tis frivolous to seek largesse, like walking thin ice.
Knowledge is meant to bring your ego to it’s knees,
Art is meant to push the world past superficiality to see,
Music, to tame the wild soul that wants to be wild and free,
Poetry, the culmination of all, teaching you how to be.