Standing in the elevator of success I sway,
Goodbye to the days I’ve left away,
The machine will take me to the topmost floor,
This is all that I’ve craved for.
I’ve faltered, I’ve tripped still I’ve soared,
I’ve made my way through this 'life' named war,
I’ve dreamt of this life all the way,
Have I awakened or I’m still dreaming away?
From my balcony the sky seems so near,
With all the pride I’m holding my head up in the air.
But suddenly I feel a chill, I feel a fear,
The cuckoo in my wall clock is just a mechanical gear!
Oh lord! Don’t take me so high,
Where the sweetest birds can’t fly,
In my room I don’t want to rest,
Staring at the vulture's nest.
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