Climbing

There is a box
High on a shelf
In it contains
knowledge and wealth
The higher you climb
The more you lose


The more you lose
The worse you feel
The more you need
The box to be real
Keep on climbing
You're almost there

You're almost there
It's straight ahead
One more decision
Or else you're dead
Do you throw it all away
In an effort for glory and fame?

In an effort for glory and fame
You left yourself behind
There's nothing left
But an empty shell
A hollow piece
Of whatever remains