Addicted to Praise
The brain needs a pat on his back,
Every time he works great
Every time he shows off.
He's never satisfied.
He craves for it more
And then a little more..
Then the body's made to run
But things never get done
For the works need to be fine
Obsession for perfection, in time.
And yet when he craves for more:
The works which were once for fun
Turns into a race,
A track which never ends,
One that's designed to consume the soul and
One that's extinguished the human purpose in whole.
The rules now don't matter any more,
For players have gone ruthless to reach their goal.
We've turned to fools with a fat brain
Delusioned and in daze,
Working for a raise
And living for a praise.
Striving for an illusional future,
When the present's just left to drain.
Realize this addiction that the world has now gained,
Coz It's always:
Better late than Never:"To Change!"