The petty people
With upheld symbols
Who have to be famed as something
As long as it isn't nothing
Who'd even settle for a reminiscent roadside sign
The polemics of lost compatriots
The unknown talent of the true
The successful failures of the ambitious more
Whisked away in a single breath
Too busy worrying about
What it is they could have been
The hierarchy of competition
The steeples of comparison
Just over-exaggerate anything that catches on
The busy people
The petty people
Recognition and winning
Are just the forlorn dimensions of mind
The nerve involved
Is just something I can't take
To be busy
Is too busy…