Sitting behind a desk encaged by walls of gold 

What did I do to deserve the world and more

I’ve never felt true hunger and I’m rarely ever cold 

Yet everyone around me considers all these things a bore 

A memory of hopeless eyes haunts my every thought 

I’m sitting with the spoiled but my mind is out the door 

With the souls that battle daily, that I never forgot 

Can’t rid the daunting feeling that there must be so much more 

So excuse me for not caring about the diamonds in your ears 

I struggle to participate in these shallow exchanges 

I’m going slowly mad by the complaints of all my peers 

Who are blessed with so much but long for selfish changes 

Joy is simply something that one can never buy 

It belongs to those who choose to take the time to seek 

It’s available to all, it’s a simple state of mind 

But many choose to complain rather than to be free