You are the black hole devoid of any light,
The graveyard where dreams go to die
White-washed walls from here to there
Where gossips convene to gawk and stare
So mind-numbingly boring
So dreary every morning
A rope for my neck, a gun for my mouth
So this is what life is when it goes way down south.
Every day is grim, the same doldrum gray.
And the worst of the worst is I'm the only one to blame
I'm the one who damned myself to corporate slavery
These chains I fashioned on my own
Without a lock or key
One day I'll leave this place,
I'll be fancy and free.
But for now here I stay
All for the sake of money.
About the Creator
Minna G
An eclectic witchy woman here to hone her craft as a desperate attempt to create some sense out of the maddening chaos that is her own mind.
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The Gen Z Entrepreneurial Revolution
It is hardly debatable that the world has always been run by a bunch of aging dinosaurs, mostly male, who refuse to allow the younger generation to bring about changes. Politicians and leaders everywhere refuse to release the reigns of creativity and leadership until they are dead or dying. It is time to give the young a chance to revolutionize and change the entire landscape of their existence. Those of us with one foot in the grave, so to speak, should wake up and realize that we are not the ones who will be living in the world in the years to come.
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We are all slaves to someone or something & Prisoners to others who hold the key until one decides to break free. Love your writing!