Where did our enthusiasm go?
How did the detachment grow?
We've been left to it
We're expected to know
how to hastily grow
through layers of waste and a cruel film of sleet
through mornings of hard-pressed obscurities
through evenings of insistent deceit
all while learning to stumble
along cracked concrete
We're feeble and ambitious
We're dead meat
Dead Meat
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 2:36 PM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Life, Poems
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