There's No Trash Only Treasure

In a domain

where we're all born in to pain

So much pain

I can't refrain

from being strange

My fits, barley fit

and I do not fit in

speak my mind everytime

I can't recline and sit back

act as if it's fine

what is that?

a lie as we defy what we see

to compromise and despise things greater than thee

one mans trash is another mans dream

though it may not seem, things are together

witheld, but on it last seem

one woman's trash is another woman's dream

as one throws away the other cries and screams

one kids trash is another kids dream

food in the trash

and buying jordans we've never seen

in the end what is seen?

we all die, so please chase your dream

whatever that means, or how good how bad

just be a good human being.