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My Choice and Why

I am tired of living
In this world of societied people
Exchanging dreams for a 401k.

I am afraid of breathing
That air exalted from leather lungs,
I’m smoking sunlight.













The dark leads to anxiety;










There's not enough time.

Cytoskeleton rebounding, roots grounding,
Hallucinations surrounding
My soul, the chloroplastic emerald dreams I’m founding

Dripping chrome sensations
Steer societal destinations,
I don't want to belong to this nation
Where money is better than feelings.

I’m lifted towards drowning
From all the expectations:
People trade their lives for a 401k.
There isn't enough time.





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