Stepping on whose head?

Sucking the life out
of all you touch
they are but stepping stones
To you they don't mean
much.

You're so high
on yourself
you don't see me
getting close
So self absorded

Grinning,
not seeing what's about
to strike home
The payment of one life
justifies the sinning

There will be smiles
not one tear
When a fist full of dirt
is dropped upon
the fertile earth

Only then will beauty
come from your head
All see and admire it
the joy you will provide
when you are dead

Here on my boat
crossing the river
You bitch and moan
it is too late
Yours was not a life
well spent

Though a payment
must be made
to cross the styx
The coins upon your eyes
are taken by those in need

Did you think
when you had passed
there'd be no debt to pay
Now whose stepping
on who's head.