Can you tell me where we are headed are we all fated to struggle damned by our pride shackled to our sins to much expectation to swim pushed in so many directions had to see the true light the real fight the truth shall reveal its self but at what cost? What does it take to please the boss? when will he be satisfied? will I reach my true potential? will my work be only circumstantial? No real substance just a bunch of misfits trying to reach up from the underground bound by the struggles to move out of the box the locks may hold me down but my soul remains unsound
Look at these times were living in barley survive I'm giving in such uncertain times were living in give me some time I'll love again give me some time to give again such uncertain times were living in
About the Creator
Elise Skibik
Poet
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