What would you do if you didn’t need the money?
It quiets the world, but it can’t mute your mind.
Would you finally feel alive inside,
Or would there still be no peace to find?

The account kept climbing while you watched it build.
Turns out, momentum pays the bills.
You chased the win and fed the flame,
But what remains when nothing fulfills?

Renamed yourself power, then questioned your worth.
Asked why respect never came with the crown.
You stand at the top, alone in the height,
Too high to hear the world below drown.

When you have the stars, do you forget how to wish?
Is there joy in the throne once it’s yours to defend?
Was the climb worth the silence it cost you,
And would you still choose it again in the end?

The Blunt Siren