A package wrapped in brown paper,
Sitting on the top shelf
Everyone knows what’s inside,
They just haven’t seen it for themselves.
Everyone has their own journey,
Different paths on the climb
Some succeed and obtain it,
But some fall and get left behind
You attend your favorite college
Choosing the major that you love,
You make so many friends,
And climb one shelf above.
You’ve been there for one year
It’s just as fun as you started
You enjoy all the parties
You’re following the course that you charted
Some more time goes by,
But you start to feel a bit tired
You knew this was the path you wanted
But not that so much work was required
A year has now passed
And you call school a waste of time
Why would I stay at this place
When I’m bored out of my mind?
You drop out- school is pointless
Thinking all that stress is done
But then loans dropped onto your shoulders
And knocked you down one
You’ll just find a good job,
And you can pay off all your debt
You even go stay with your parents
Until you’re all set
Just as you expected,
You find a job quick,
And lucky for you
It’s someplace that doesn’t make you sick
You meet lots of new people,
This new job is great!
You get so many new opportunities
Right out the gate
You’re back on the shelf above
You’re officially on your way!
You’re about to reach what some only dream of-
Some who went astray
Your work friends invite you to get drinks
Of course you accept,
But you stayed out so late that night
The next day you overslept
Just a few minutes late,
It’s not like I’ll be fired
But you feel groggy and can’t complete your work
Because you’re so tired
You run into a friend while working
They invite you back out
You accept- It’s a Friday
That’s what Friday’s are all about
You go to the bar
You sit and drink for a while
You spot a nice looking person
And approach them with a smile
Next day you wake up
They’re lying there in your bed
You barely remember what happened
As pain is throbbing in your head
Though you forgot about the night
You know you had a good time
You should do this everyday!
You start again on your climb
You start to go out a lot
But soon you start desiring more
You feel like you aren’t getting anywhere-
Like you’re on the same shelf as before
All of your late nights catch up to you
Always showing up to work late
Your boss tell you that you’re fired,
You can’t keep working in your state
After getting let go,
You try to drown your feelings with booze
It doesn’t matter anyway…
Not like you’ve got anything to lose
You meet someone one day
Who invites you to their house
They say they have a shortcut to the box-
At first you have doubts
I mean it wouldn’t hurt to try…
I have to reach the box somehow
And anything would help lot better
Than what I’m doing now
So you accept the mans invite
You’ve been at the party half an hour
Until someone comes out with bags
Filled with a substance similar to flour
You see the lines on the table,
This could have been the solution after all
You hunch over with the rolled dollar,
You take a sniff
And you fall
You’re sitting in a dark room
You run, but there’s nothing in sight
You scream for help, but it’s useless
You sit and cry
Is this now your life?
A package wrapped in brown paper,
Sitting on the top shelf
Everyone knows what’s inside,
They just haven’t seen it for themselves.
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