When I Grow Up...

To answer your question,
I sir, want everything.

I want fame and fortune and grandeur, and light,
So that I may throw it from my penthouse window one night.

I want to amass masses of gluttonous wealth,
So as to lose it all and gain myself.

I want to know what success feels like for them,
So that I may never seek after it again.

And when all that are left are glowing embers and smoke,
I will light my cigarette and gently toke.

When I grow up I want to fail,
And make a clean break from the judgement scale.

They will know me as the one who almost had it all,
Because they couldn't comprehend that I chose to free fall.

To answer your question,
I sir, want everything.

And then I want it all to crumble,
So just the truth remains.