Retro Lies – Day 269, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Looking for a place to fit in feels like,
A game of tetris reaching its end without enough space to place the next block before the finish line.
More like,
A game of Pac-Man being chased by ghosts with every intent to eat you alive,
Out-running your attempt to escape a labrynth full of food for thought that’ll never satisfy,
While consumed by fruits of your tired labor…
Nowadays,
I’m not fond of working hard to be a part of anything I don’t fit inside of while inhaling vapors,
From burnt bridges I’m glad to see in a pile of ashes.
Finding refuge where I once lost it is madness.
Your loss is an opportunity to gain an advantage,
Above expired customs no longer suiting your happiness.
A chance to remove excess baggage carried on brittle shoulders in a fashion,
As hasty as a tick springing into action,
After taking a whiff of your blood for sport…
Maybe,
I’m better off being alone without remorse,
In a world where I’m treated like a game to play when,
I’m just a broken soul just looking for someone to console in…