The One Percent

We wake when we want 
Not because is morning 
Early for a purpose 
And late if we suppose 
Observing, similar patterns
Taking different routes but to similar places. 
We all have the same appearance
But different in our performance 
we get the first shot 
We won before you threw your dice
We see all you won't 
Your rays of light are far from nice
You think life you have tasted
We wouldn't blame you
What you rule we regard as wasted 
Castles, cars, clothes, jewelries?
We all have but how authentic 
Do you really want to compare?
Our lives will be forever mysteries
So tell all your imaginary tales
Try to imitate or create the feels
That power
That fame
That being 
Only a few truly defines 
That which everyone prays
To be The one percent