It’s Who You Become

The ones who were great I’ll mention no names It’s not what they had It’s who they became.

The ones who succeeded They could never do wrong Exercising their rights Where they don’t belong.

And I was naïve Star struck and forgiving Now I see what they have Is not what I call living.

Still proud of their things Their trophies are glistening They pontificate But nobody’s listening.

They ostracize quickly Is that a warning? They blow golden trumpets I’m too busy yawning.

Somebody asked me When I was falling again Would I rather be me Or be one of them?

Still supercilious Only friendships they lack The smiling high fliers Gone, or stabbed in the back.

Those ‘quality people’ The friends that they chose Because they had power or wealth And it goes to show.

Forlorn in their towers They have no one It’s not what you get It’s who you become.