Look Up
Life is an endless cycle of proving who you want to be,
each indivual is a mere option in our picky society.
Applications upon interviews upon crys of joy and fear,
stress builds up as your future becomes near.
When does this competion end...When will I outshine my peers?
Life is about growth but growth is a challenge in a race,
how do you look up when a billion others are in first place?
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