Shiny things

Soo many stories, soo many days, seem the same. Getting older living a lifestyle that has no definition, aside from the fits and tantrums of not enough to rent or eat.
People come fighting and dreaming for their slice of this. Something that some would cash out for only one last drink, one last good night, or a goodbye.
No adventure, no life, living to pay the bills when that's all that can be done... like a devils choice for an oppurtunity that would be wished away for the chance of being someone else...
Someone with purpose and power beyond keeping the lights for another night and a belly full of the cheapest brandy for sleep.
Somewhere a dream can be, somewhere outside of the greying life. The white hair makes make it more obvious, that there is no king in this rented castle.