Something's WrongA Poem by SpectreVenting about how I feel like I'm wasting my time, getting paid s**t while our companies owner has billions of dollars. I feel like I'm stuck in my life.It's all irrelevant on a universal perspectiveThe world around me is not what it seems
Live my life on hopes and dreams Out of reach by lack of funds Is this really what life has become? My life is run now by a clock Then again, it always has been I shouldn't act like it's such a shock What is this building I'm standing in? I stand still for a moment, a second gone by A daydream of truth surrounding my eyes A revelation that nearly makes me cry My whole existence is but a lie Florescent lights dry my skin My mind is in oblivion Yet a small wage resides in my hand That's blown like dust in the wind After hours of working the day finally ends My mind spills over, hurting No time for myself or friends I'm living for someone's happiness And they could care less for mine Time is becoming more ravenous But I'll see them at the end of the line © 2017 Spectre |
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