Resignation
Work so hard and the days fly by
Acids and bases, Cosine and Tangent
Absolute answer to the 5 W questions;
except for the why.
But do you remember the days
that didn't pass so fast?
The ones where your dreams were something you could reach?
Like that fruit you caught rolling off the counter
Because of you, a still edible peach
A story you wrote when you were a little kid
doesn't seem important now
Grandma wanted to publish it
but didn't know how
The plot seems silly looking back
A southern white girl running away to war
because she thought it was okay to be black?
She supported the union along with civil rights
Pretty funny how nowadays it's clear;
people aren't keen to moral fights.
Even after journalism class in high school
And a published and praised article
I still chose money as my life tool
After my childhood, I found that for me,
being poor isn't an option. Life ain't free.
That sucks and it isn't fair. However it's the truth
Self-absorption will always be there
We're scared of our dreams and how big they are
I just know that script will always be in my heart
The rhythm and the love and the passion that ride along
To me, writing is music and poetry is my favorite song.
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