A Poem Without a Title is Like a Baby Without a Head

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In a world where we work until we die

what’s in store for you and i?

only the rich, smart, and strong will survive

what does it mean to be alive?

to go down swinging

to run the street singing

to see what success is bringing

we smile to forget for a while

the horrors of how people can be

screaming desperately

i can’t feel my feet beneath me

WE NEVER FEEL IN LOVE

BECAUSE IT’S NOT LIKE THE MOVIES

IN THE MOVIES, HAPPINESS IS ENOUGH

HAPPINESS IS THE SUCCESS

BUT OUT HERE IN THE REAL WORLD

SUCCESS CHEERS FOR A DIFFERENT ANTHEM

 

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