We love, we hate. We say life’s great.
And it is, even when it isn’t.
It’s a chore to stay alive.
To lose and perhaps thrive.
When the whole world seems to strive
Against you.
People are mean with streaks of green
And there’s no in-between
When they’re deadly.
They’ll strip you to your core
Demanding ever more
Give your life to a cause
The best there ever was
Never mind you lost
You wholesome ways.
Forsaking play.
Born you as a child
So peaceful and so mild.
A blessing to behold
Until the day you’re sold
Into the big man’s market.
Where you’ll be told to park it.
Park those childish dreams.
Those lollypop filled schemes.
You’re in the real world now.
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