A Dog-Eat-Dog World.

All this world does is push you down,
In this endless sea it makes you drown.

You're nothing special, another wave,
Another note on a crowded stave.

You're no one man or woman alone,
You're another of this world's endless clones.

Instead it's crush or crush yourself,
Be another package on another shelf.

But sometimes one will rise up high,
Defeat the system, graze the sky.

A tiny feat, and end of shame,
Sometimes one will defeat the game.