My Future Nowhere

My hands are always full

I don't want to be successful

I don't want that at all

 

I don't want a big house

Of which I've paid off every ounce

With my supportive spouse

 

They pull me towards this

So I fall into their abyss

With closed lips and tight fists

 

Their applause is so loud

That it covers me in a shroud

Where I can't hear a sound

 

It's what they all expect

They write me hundred dollar checks

Because I'm their puppet

 

They love me they assure

And I know they do love her

But me, I am nowhere

 

 

 

 

 

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