My optics are fooling me,
Intuition eluding me,
Life is confusing me.
I step inside to see,
Whats off with my energy,
As this feeling pulls at me.
Facing everyday tiredly,
Fighting to get ahead,
Hurrying to be dead.
As Money drowns all i did,
Keeping me in this pit,
Fighting my Spirit.
I've had enough of it,
I don't even like it,
It's only creating conflict.
No one else sees it,
Feeding all of us in the pit,
Stepping over others just to get it.
Leaving those behind in need,
Filling Pockets full of greed,
Just to prove you succeed.
A system to make you bleed,
To earn something to feed,
A family that needs you to thrive.
Its foundation will falter,
And they'll poison your water,
To keep you on your Dollar Collar.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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Very insightful!!👏👏