At the end of the day

Things that are said with no meaning
Things that were meant and weren’t said
Living a falsehood loud and proud
Then at the end of the day you wonder, why?

“maybe I’ll do this” then
“will they like me?” crosses your path
“well if I do it this way” you bump into
“I guess I have no choice” walks beside you

The path to success is high and airy
With the bodies of those once acquaintances,
now conquered and trampled beneath your feet
As you gaily climb to the next level

At the end of the day, was it worth it?
Did you fulfill your every need?
To squash over everyone, enemy and bystander
With your illusions of nobility?

Of course! Because I’m where I am today
Highly appointed, successful, powerful.
To control the life of others off a wingbeat
and destroys their essence of existence

As I return to my lonesome home
Friendless and alone
With nothing more than mere novelties
That have no choice but to love me.