All the billions of the world
Dream trillions of dreams
All dream of reaching that peak
Of being la creme de la creme
Yet most live in silent obscurity
Doing much yet nothing at all
Their hopes, struggles, and very faces
None of them are to be recalled
“No matter to me, it’s a quiet life I want.”
Quiet? Oh, how few are granted even that!
A mountain of duties, demands, and disasters
Shall burden your ever weary and tired back
We live ourselves to Death
Squashing lifetimes into a single day
One must do, hear, and see all too much
Yet still, “They died too soon”, we always say