Success is Not in His Plans

Self-contained in a box the size of the world
Always looking for a way out,
Blinded by the doors in front of him
Never seeing passed the doubt,

Looking successful to others
always happy with a smile,
seeming to be accelerating
while going nowhere in his lifestyle,

He has changed so many times before
Only to return back to the same,
Still looking for his missing woman
So tired of playing this game,

Why does it seem like he will never succeed
In any life that he tries,
Why doesn't more come from the laughter
Instead of so much from the cries,