Drug of Gradualism
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Such a lovely innocent being, spoiled with tight hugs
With a pure and naive soul, unaware how to fight drugs
Ready to explore the world, tiny hands seeking around
No obstacles yet, biggest challenge is the playground
Who would've thought this child would soon be addicted
Guided to be succesful yet his freedom gets restricted
Learning to never take risks, living at a steady pace
Slowly going forward one step at a time, just in case
College awaits him, working day and night for that degree
Strengthened by the hard struggle for an admission fee
Locked up inside his room, focussed at a computer screen
Alone with his wisdom, ancients books, cups of caffeine
So gradually climbing up the ladder of life and love
Safe and secure, excitement is what he fell short of
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Tired eyes slowly closing, glass of whiskey in his hand
Questioning a path chosen even though it went as planned
Fought to reach this: nice house, cute kids, a good wife
Doubts running through his mind:"is this really my life?"
He once assumed taking things slow was the best way to go
Became a workoholic but now it came to a sudden plateau
They say he's too old to do his job how it should be done
Ambition is gone for that inevitable demise of age begun
Melancholic look on worn-out face covered with grey hair
Worry present in his gestures, gently rocking in a chair
Gradualism ruled his life, the next step has to be taken
A final act awaits for this drug he has finally forsaken