Generations
Eager, hungry eyes
At any moment
Ready to push another down
All for the promise of a couple inches of ground
Closer to the door
Closed behind another door
Already locked
Packed tight into a room
Already sealed off from the rest of the world
Grouped together in small packs
All vaulting together
Like a group of intricate locks
Visions of success
With eccentric keys to open the doors
Always searching for the next score
A youthfully ardent thirst for more
Always searching for the next score
Going insane as I sit by the shore
Seeming to always look down upon the poor
Realizing that we are all equally the same
Gradually docking my hefty boat at bay
Wasting away until I decay
Sometimes I wish I could just float away
Copyright © Blaze Beaty | Year Posted 2019
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