We build our egos and accolades
And put them up for the world to see.
We try so hard to stay away
From that which might make us feel.
We set our course and keep a sharp eye out
For the things that get in our way.
We shield ourselves from worry and doubt
And walk a line which we cannot stray.
We work so hard for that perfect life
That others might behold and admire,
That we fail to let others inside
And forego that which our souls require.
When our monuments and banners fade,
When all we’ve built has turned to rust,
Only the hearts we’ve loved will remain,
And all else fade like handprints in dust.