I've been trying to build it all this time.
I've been trying to chase the coveted dream of mankind.
Do this, this and that, predestined choices as rigid as brick and mortar.
But when I stretch out my hand, it falls through my fingers like water.
When I finally find it, it runs from me.
Should I turn my back, it comes buzzing like a bee.
Desperate to sip on the sweet nectar of my attention.
The life I chase is full of apprehension.
Preconceived notions and static ideology.
To be another cog in society is the desired life archeology.
To attain what cannot be attained.
To indulge and never refrain.
To succeed in vain.
Smile for the socials and hide the pain.
No matter what it's all the same.
Stuck... playing this lame game
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Emporium
PoetryAn emporium of curious thoughts that twinkle in my mind like the night sky ✨
