Looking at the past time with a bottle in hand
I asked, Have I made it?
Thinking of the morals on which I stand,
Have I made it?
Before my response, I was choked
And when I realized the truth, I was shocked
The life I had been living suddenly turned upside down
The whole world appeared circus, and me? Me being the Clown.
The moment terrified me, put me in fear
I just wanted to get away, but I was stuck in that gear
Suddenly a voice whispered that you can’t just run
You chose this life and this is your station.
All I knew was to just get rid of this environment
As when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t confront
There was nothing of me, I felt hollow
I never wanted any of it, instead, I wanted to glow
But the chains of society gripped me hard
And I started doing stuff just for the reward
I neglected what I dreamt of being
And I set my focus on collecting the things
Just like everyone I’m drunk
Drunk at the idea of living a perfect life
But this kind of life is not less than a junk
And everyone had adopted this comfort without any strife
I guess, everyone feels the same, but no one has the audacity to admit
And the one who do, can proudly say
Yes, I have made it.