Enough
(c) 2004 Brian Madison

Harley Swagger paces in the board room
A paradox of drive and self-control
So unbalanced, bellicose, an expert
At intimidation techniques, stands above his so-called peers

Arrogant, denies his contradictions
Open-loop, don't know where he'll go next
Craftily he ropes them preaching win-win
As he grinds them into dust, he smiles and asks them for their trust

He's master of most everything he touches
He's in control, he never has to bluff
He's got mouse-men scrambling before him
And he'll never find that lever called "enough"
Saturday he's in his corner office
Not noticing the sunny day outside
He gives his heart his soul his life his mind and
All his time and everything else comes in second-place

Sunday sailing, entertaining clients
Yachtman's squint, an anchor on a hat
Blitzed by sunlight suddenly and he sees
A deformed identity that he won't recognize as him

The captain with his hand upon the tiller
Charting his own course across the rough
He's got more than he had ever dreamed of
But he never found a lever called "enough"

Talks about survival of the fittest
Seems to him that love is optional
Trophy third wife, trophy life, the kids an
Inconvenience but he'll make it up to them when Christmas comes

Daughter's in some kind of risky business
Doesn't talk to Harley any more
What's it this time, son is back in jail and
Once again he's posting bail, but it's the least that he could do

He's got an airtight alibi for his life
He's never had to deal with all his stuff
Small sacrifices made along the journey
Won't ever touch that lever called "enough"

Then one day while shouting in the board room
A strange sensation tingles in his arm
And at that moment does he wish that he had
Spent more time at work he falls and dies; the business carries on

Were any heartfelt words said then about him?
And did anybody shed a tear?
And did he ever know just what it means to
Gain the world and lose your soul; he paid the price for how he lived

Can't help but feel in some strange way we owe you
So focused on the what, forgot the why
A transformation so complete I'm sure your
Widow will be happy; she'll move on much faster than you know

Do you recall so long ago in childhood
The day that you resolved to show them all
Living well's the best revenge but now you're
Dead and they'd forgotten you, such a long long time ago

Living well's the best revenge but now you're
Dead and they'd forgotten you, such a long long time ago

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