Life · Poetry



When we were young and the world was a grand place
The only evil we knew were the villians of our superheroes
Now the life we thought we would have is out of reach
No longer blind children but bitter adults
Things are not going the way we planned it
There are so many walls being built around us
Who will come to our rescue
Keep us from defeating ourselves
Because right now they are saying we can’t and I have no choice but to believe them
All evidence point towards doubt
And it’s true there is no other way to go besides down

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