SELF

Common men With common laws Struggle to fame Overcome by overdrive That strange urge To become something more Something never seen before

Wealthy kids Of wealthy tycoons Sleep all day Party all night Waste their money Waste their time Live no better than a mime

Poverty-stricken poets Of poverty-striken parents Write what they know Write what they think Keep it to themselves Until the day they die Then are published and open an eye

Millions of people Fighting to get by Live a life One fitting only them Carefree or capricious Dangerous or demure There is only one cure

Self