Stuck
Each day the universe is expanding,
But I am stuck in these white walls.
Each day seasons are changing,
But I am stuck with these resentful eyes.
Each day people are succeeding,
But I am stuck with this fear of failure.
Each day I go around and do my part,
As I am stuck in this life without art.
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