BLACK HOLE

Fate turns its face, such is my case,
Success suddenly a hazy place.
A conflagration in the heart, belly full of fire,
Question is, can it take me higher?
A hunger to escape my life of vain,
The avarice to success only gives me pain!
Achievement is all and nothing else matters,
Dreams lay low and confidence in shatters.
Sky is the limit, it never ends,
Trying to reach it his life one spends.
All ends well, they say, on the funeral pyre,
Still the question is, can it take me higher?