As you go about your day
You start to feel you have been slain
For you are tired
Because you have desired
That you cannot possess
But you cannot express
That you are sad
For they would be mad
so you sit in silence
And try not to show any violence
You cry all night
But by the first light
You are as a robot
But you still hope not
To let them see
What might be
One foot in the grave
And you are enslaved
By a dream
That does not seem
To be able to be
