The Corporate Climb

In the towers of glass and the halls of power, Dreams are traded for a golden hour. Egos swell as the stakes get higher, In the heart of the empire, where the flames burn brighter. It’s a corporate climb, a ruthless race, Where only the cold-hearted can keep the pace. Blood on the ladder, a bitter taste, Great minds leave, such a waste. Under the neon lights, ambition bleeds, Trapped in a cycle of insatiable needs. Talent walks out the door, as the spirit recedes, In a garden of greed, where the serpent feeds. It’s a corporate climb, a cutthroat fight, Where dreams are dimmed, and wrong feels right. Blood on the contracts, signed out of sight, Great souls flee into the night. add bridge Pain and disgust, they wear as a mask, In the shadow of the giants, we ponder and ask. Is the victory worth the masquerade, When the heart grows weary, and the colors fade? add verse The ivory tower, once gleaming with hope, Now a battlefield, where the weary elope. As the phoenix rises, from the ashes, we cope, In the ruins of dreams, we find our scope. Outro Chorus: Beyond the corporate climb, beyond the ruthless race, There’s a world where the soul finds its rightful place. Blood turns to ink, in the story we trace, Great minds lead, with grace.