Too Much

“Make something of yourself,” they say “You need to make yourself known,” they say “Doing well isn’t good enough,” they say “Run for every leadership position you can,” they say “You need to be top dog,” they say It’s been this way for years now Enforcing such daft expectations Thinking it will immortalize you, Make you an inspirational figure For future generations, Turn you into someone Respected by all Operating under a fragile conviction That they are molding you Into somebody special, Somebody who will have Wealth and recognition, Marble busts in foyers Fancy portraits above fireplaces, Somebody who will be An untouchable, Godly legend Of utter and untold greatness Why can’t they see it? That for some of us, It is a total impossibility To reach such a status, A status which places Your name, Your face, Next to those That western culture Holds sacred above all others Why can’t they understand That some of us Can easily get along Without having power, That some of us Merely yearn for nothing more Than a decent living, A peaceful existence, An ordinary life? When will it be known That some people Do not desire Fame and fortune? When will they learn That for some of us, It would simply be Too much?