Having the world at my fingertips,

Life’s riches at my personal disposal.

Now it is though I’m Atlas,

holding the world I used to own

On my shoulders.

The weight I carry is unbearable,

Beating me down, day after day.

I used to bathe in the eyes of glory.

Now, I cower in the shadows.

As if I’m a stray dog, begging for scraps,

Fighting at the bottom of the food chain.

Will I escape this Pandora’s Box?