The Misery of being anybody

Surrounded by No-bodys,

He strives to be a Somebody;

And when he enters the league of Somebody(s),

He desires to be the One big, cool daddy;

Eventually, his yearning is complete.

Now, he searches for the truth,

He misses being a Somebody,

Even misses being a Nobody.

Power is powerful,

It took over him.

Choking like a rabbit in a sack,

He knows there ain't turning back,

Helpless, he has no more power to gain.

Everything in vain.

He was a Somebody,

Who died like everybody.

Immortality ain't real;

It is a bloody myth, a lie,

Many things, many times, always end with a sigh.

 

PS

He never really was fully content, ever. Sad... So are many of us which is also, shall I say, sad...