Pushing their way through life,
Focusing only on their own goals.
Their blinders are on full-time, walking tall and proud,
Looking only straight foward to transparancy,
not even bothering to a glancing into the crowd.
Unaware of the intense warning-signs,
That people send them at a constant,
But still not knowing where to draw the line.
Those who they trample on,
They are oblivious to,
Untill the prize-value is gone.
Tags: self absorption
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