Decay and death surround me
contrivances confound me
while I endeavor simply to exist
my means are less than meager
my outlook not so eager
but still I raise a fierce defiant fist
I will continue trying
to keep my dream from dying
despite the drudgery I can't avoid
these chains are not in fashion
and can’t restrain my passion
in order for success to be enjoyed
Are You Reading Me?
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