Almost EnoughNever Enough

The market's crashing on a screen across the hall, A silent, digital inferno, watching zeroes climb the wall... and then fall. I should feel a phantom limb, a pain where the money used to be, But all I feel is the weight of this cheap ceramic cup of tea. My legacy is vapor now, a ghost inside a wire, Just the dying, glitching embers of an old and foolish fire. And the punchline of the story, the truth I couldn't see, Is that the cage I built was freedom... and the prisoner was me. And my sons are in the kitchen, making kingdoms out of chairs, Their laughter's the only currency that settles my affairs. This whole time I was climbing, just to reach a higher plane, But heaven's just a quiet house... listening to the rain. And it's almost enough. It's almost... enough... It is... enough.