Crushed
Every time I reach for the
stars,
Gravity holds me prisoner.
When hoping for better,
Man reminds me of my
shortcomings.
The ability to dream is here.
Everyday applying to jobs,
learning new skill, but it isn't
enough.
Despite the skills possessed, I
remain to judged upon my
past.
Looked down upon.
Nearly two decades has
passed, but all that's seen is
yesterday.
If we living for future, why is
yesterday held dear?
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