another day
Why must I cast aside
What’s precious to me,
Just to fit into a mold,
To appease a shadow, a whisper of expectation?
We all have a niche, a corner,
A place waiting somewhere,
But why do I feel like I’m always a step behind,
Watching the world race ahead?
This dayjob, a gilded cage,
Where dreams are stored away,
In a dusty corner, forgotten,
As I grind, a slave to routine.
I don’t want to connect,
Don’t want to share my pain,
I’ve had enough, working day after day,
Just to scrape by, while my dreams fade away.
The architects of this world,
They were no different than us,
So why am I shackled,
Sentenced to eternity in this loop?
This dayjob, it was supposed to be
The fuel for my fire,
But it’s become a prison,
A cage of my own design.
Petty struggles for a meager reward,
The wheels keep turning as I age,
Fear drives me to work part-time,
Fearing the hunger, the cold, the end of the line.
I am wasted, I am hate,
I am resentment, I am regret,
What if I don’t fit the mold?
What if I’m not held by luck’s embrace?
Ideas rain down, a deluge,
But when I reach out, they’re gone,
Vanishing like mist,
Leaving me empty, in this cage of dreams.
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