Success

In my free time all I think about is getting richer
How can I make more? Option? SPS? Maybe Hive will take off quicker.
I’m obsessed and stressed; all my down time getting depressed
Not just cause I’m failing, even successes feel like a mess

I want more, more, more self-control slipping out the door
At first it was a hobby; maybe a purpose; maybe a chore?
I know that I can do it; financially independent by thirty five
When I lose this day job, I’ll get to the see the world while I’m still alive

But lately I can picture it and still my spirit dampens
I see myself a millionaire that my day job didn’t make happen
Why doesn’t it feel like I’d be proud of my achievements
Thinking that far ahead only brings me more bereavement

I’m lucky enough to see now that this chase and the dopamine
Is just a hobby I enjoy, not my purpose or a dream
The real success I’ve had, finding a wife who understands
And doesn’t sell my NFTs when all the alt coins hit the fan