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I have no idea how on earth i got here
I am a prisoner in a phantom prison of fear
I wish to escape and live my life a fugitive
But the warden watches me and i can never leave

My heart once whole is in pieces like a pizza
And its so cold as if my chest cavity is a freezer
I always thought as long as the sky remains blue
That there will be someone who will always love me true

But I am here alone, the dead end of all dead ends
Gossiping with ghosts, my only true friends
Standing in confusion at the crossroads of darkness
Shivering from this bitter winter that whirls with madness

I am a puppet with too many string attached
They treat me like an object, neither born nor hatched 
Made to break my back, the inevitable daily bread toil
Earth is a title of deeds, and i own not a speck of soil

The world is still at war, super powers and alliances
Selling you currencies and electronic home appliances
In the name of technology you have to pay your bills
In the name of good health, you have to take your pills

I grew up innocently fast, a wide-eyed young fella
Clumsily surfing the modern tides, era of the bachelor
Television and movies; social media and smart phones
Heartbreaks and divorces; mortgages and quick loans

Made to believe I could be anything I wanted
Only to be made sleepless as my mind is haunted
By unfulfilled dreams and never-ending bankruptcy
Dog eat dog world still, deeper bites and lesser mercy

Every morning am washed ashore, to play again the same role
To drag my feet through mud as I try to reach a landlocked goal
They program me with no progress, no happy day i see
My fruitless efforts entertain them; the powers that be

Am always trying to catch the bus, while age tries to catch me too
Am getting worn out every year, just like my fake-leather shoe
All the struggling and running is in vain, it winds up down one place
The grave is soon to have me, whether i slow or quicken my pace

I will never be happy, life tastes worse than a plain meal with no spices
Am set like a bomb, about to go off in my midlife crisis
Luck is a poor man who in this world was never born
"Life is a gift!", whoever said that is a con
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