Gen ZA Poem by ELI.com
Brainstorming along the sidewalk, imagining numerous glorious and thrilling futures that I could achieve.
The more heated my daydreams get, the more frustrated I am with the current ground I stand on. Drained by the repetitive old song"work, rain, and fight. Sucking out the lightness in my youthfulness. Dear god, who is there to save me from this mind jail? © 2024 ELI.comFeatured Review
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