Is This The Real Life?
No Escape From Reality
What is one to do, when your dreams are
more fulfilling than the life that chose to lead you.
When you give your heart and soul
to the emptiness that feeds you.
When your surroundings demand of you
more than your desires manifest.
When you double down your time spent,
returning nothing you invest.
Where the carrot and the stick
are one in the very same.
When you're instructed by the winners,
That it's in how you play the game.
Where dreams happen for the very few,
to get devoured by the many.
Where you spend your whole life
reaching out and never touching any.
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