The Struggle Is Life
Life is the struggle
The struggle is life
Destination is death
The journey, a knife
Lacerations, sporadic
Quota keeps you afloat
Everyone's an addict
There's no antidote
Each soul has a fire
That burns within
A need to feel higher
Just around the bin
No matter the effort
You'll never quite achieve
Dreams, they flirt
deceiving to believe
Things will be better
Or so you think
You only get wetter
Before long, you've sank
If only we could stop
The train of thought
Precisely crop
The things we've been taught
Easier to swallow
The existence capsule
With expectations low
And a cup, slap full
Overflowing with emptiness
And peace, just being
Imagination at rest
No peripheral seeing
Dreams dismissed
Dreamers banished
No need for a list
The future has vanished
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