Pyrrhic

I never much cared for what’s in my hands

I have been known to make pyrrhic stands

To be the drummer in one man bands

To collect visas for foreign lands

To be rooted

To ideas mooted

Which no one can understand

I always aim for what beyond my reach

I gained you

But I lost my soul

Lost my friends

And riches untold

It is all so nice

To win with vice

I did not falter

But I did fake twice

You saw what a loser I am

Left me, now alone I stand