A poor man's dream
Do you remember the infinite dreams served to us like cheese and creams A platter of tasty promises and expectations and so we cycle them in endless iterations
"You will become anything you desire" A half-truth sold to enable the empire Motivation pushed on us in unrealistic packaging Lending to inevitable despair and painful unravelling
When the facade all comes crumbling down When the mirage fails and we start to drown When we're gasping for air in the nine to five When we're finally realizing we're not actually alive
Will that be when you admit the lie That we can't actually reach out and touch the sky That unless you are one of the chosen elites We're all born to simply kiss their feet
















