What are we here to pursue?
Is it a job where we dress in a suit,
And a tie while we lie to ourselves and choose,
Money over a dream we give an excuse,
To put to the side for a bill,
Painted with more falsehoods than truth?
Obvious,
Isn’t it?
What do you think of more often than dollars printed in,
Infrared less visible than light that is evident,
In a beautiful sky you can see?
Maybe,
A wife or a husband,
A family instead of endeavors we’re unable to carry,
Into a life after death,
Whatever,
Whenever that may be as it varies…
You know it,
I know it,
Because,
It shows in the tears most of us drop when we’re broken.
It shows every time we’re alone in,
A world full of people passing us by while we’re aching for someone to notice…
Yet,
We act like rats in a maze while we race for the cheese,
In a trap made with more gold than what we can achieve.
Seeking to reign with our pain as we jump like dogs for the keys,
Opening the door to realities!
Fictitious.
A fact we become more aware of the moment we decide stop taking hits of,
Wonder drugs of our choice we were convinced would,
Give us a life full of riches…
If that were the case,
There wouldn’t be a single magnate allured to a grave.
There wouldn’t be a single fat-cat springing into road rage.
Nor a single tycoon stepping into typhoons to be swept away…
Maybe,
We’re here to purse the chance to rewrite our fate.
With happiness within our passion and,
Make it to the end of our day,
Through a faith in love most of us will never see without,
A different sense of change…
m3l0dicverse 
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