We’re just enigmas

The stigmas

I don’t understand it

The world, how will I manage

A new generation full of ideas reprimanded


A term become so trivial

Criticized for being convivial

Hatred spread through their material

But we can succeed despite not meeting all of their criterial



Back to it, it's a travesty

My dreams are all a fallacy

Ideas are just inebriated mental faculties

Creativity is an illusion, just a fantasy

Forget your ideas that could discover another galaxy

Throw away the brush that can paint a mental gallery

Understand success in life is based only on this mentality

Your life’s worth is judged by the number of 0s in your salary

“Get a summer job”.


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