I want to be rich, I want to fly jets
I am too common, scarcity I crave
Wealth, just wealth
Now I’m wealthy, I miss family
Vacation seems expensive,
And I can’t buy it with my wealth

I want to have a blackberry, that’s the newest deal
I don’t want Nokia, who wants it anyways
BlackBerry, just blackberry
Now I have and still use blackberry
I can’t bring it out in the public
Else I’m gonna be a laughing stock

I want to be a professor, to be the most wise!
I have a baccalaureate, that amounts to nothing
Professor, how sweet a prefix!
Emeritus Professor I was called
But now I’m so sick I can’t even remember my name
What a waste, You gather over years and loose in a day!


I want to be respected, no one dares disrespect,
I want security guards, to ward off strangers
Respect, and reverence!
Now I’m gone!
Not even a respect for my corpse.
Worse, I’m less than a chunk of meat stored in a fridge
And less than a piece of dirt buried under the soil!


Then I ask myself again,

what’s life?