Plight of the Right

What is a roam if you never had to sway

What is a home if you've never been away

No gold mine ever existed on the surface

What is a throne if you never made a day

Food is insipid without the taste of hunger

Heaven draws its charisma from the hell down under

For one we must have, they say, once we age

The prospect of which fuels our thirst to stay younger

So toil all you want to stay in the game

You do need the vulgus to shoot up to fame

For you may be partial to one side of a coin

But the import of each is just about the same

Life has no meaning without death to fright

The failures push success just closer to our sight

Dawn stamps its glory on every passing day

For there's always shadow to reflect the very light