A recluse in perpetual midnight Craving to reach a height So I need to ignite Ignite a flame To smoulder What is my current plight Because I imagine my aspiration And my ideal Then there's the thought that they Might never be real Or worse, they manifest And I'm insatiable I mean I think that's the test And it's debatable But do you ever reach success And say I've made it all, or... Is the pursuit of happiness for the delusional?