Dues

It's been months, years it seems
And now you've made your dreams.
You've got the job, you've got the spice
And yet your own cage is your device.

You tripped up, let me go
And watched the dramatic show.
You tried, at least you say!
But you could have had me any day.

So in your happiness, is it all material?
Or is that your arrogance is so imperial?
Stick that head up, you've got it kid
They'll never know what you did.

How it is, you're so alone
And I never call by phone.
Not that I'm jealous, no one is
But you were supposed to be the whiz

The one that knew, it all too well
But in the past you stayed and dwell
You consider, am I ever a thought?
I am the last thing you never caught

What is it, to be like you?
That blood never drawn is always due.