Not Yours

You know it/
Everything must end/
It's true/
But the powerful cling to their shit/
Claiming that it's your shit too/
So that you will protect it/
You may get a bit/
But never enough/
And even if - never from that stuff/

A tiny bit of endless power/
The powerful would chase it forever/
If they could, up the lonely golden tower/
They reach the top, but they stop never/

Just so they don't have to ask for directions/
But to command them/
To force the will of their tiny errections/
Upon those who are the same/
Just not there yet/

Never obey!

Those who are full of power/
Have no room for you to stay/
Or their self, till their last hour/
That tooks away everything and all/

You may stall/
But only the dead never change/
Or so it seems/
It's all so strange/

Perhaps they have dreams/
About things that matter/
And some of them wish/
That they had lived their life better/
With themselves/
There's lotsa dust on empty shelves/
And a loved one's wisper in a decaying heart/

No shit!

That fleeing time with the ones you love/
You'll never catch up with/
But it feels like a gift from above/
Above the means of mean man/
Crab that while you can/

You'll have to leave/
Of what you can't get enough/
But the real stuff will retrieve/
You/
In time/
With love.