escape, but to where?
i was supposed to get out of here. to be heard. to be understood.
but who was i kidding?
i’m not special
just as bland as the others i so despise.
i’m doomed to remain in this failing state
watch as the unemployment rates rise.
and watch my hope fall down the drain
as the years fly by. i could’ve been something,
yet i remain,
repeating the cycle,
inflicting the pain,
that wounded me so that i’d stay.
at night i’d pray, but to what God?
who watches over any of us
as we scramble on this dying earth,
trying to swim in an economy that caters to the rich,
while starving the poor of their worth.
i cant remain but yet i stay, contributing in my own way, to my own personal implosion.
and god if i could run away, that’d be the day, but everywhere’s the same.