Does this remind you of something?

Like water separated from its source

And a madman hinged on a vapid course

The days add not the hope of a cheerful shift

But a premonition unsettling and adrift

The clatter of money in the hands of the opulent few

Shall send a river of vigour within you

As you reflect on your place on these broken steps

Forcing you to adapt, cheat, beg and be adept

But even as you cross everything on your list of wishes

Time will arrive in a decadent chariot of final dishes

Serving you the end that will be the death of your fire

Right after you've gained everything you've desired