Hallucinations of Better Times
From the reality of life,
there are veils of illusions.
seemingly helpless as we crawl through the curtains.
Step by step
turns into
tred by tred.
Each and everyday, we fight for what we earn.
A noble gesture, waiting upon
by ash and manpower,
as we fight through all.
Hard times are inevitable,
yet silver linings assure.
Pressure our way past societal norms,
be the first to achieve far more than
what they call
better times.
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