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Finding your place in society
In this post-modern waste land
Is like cycling up a steep hill
With one lung and a
Time-bomb strapped to your back
Over-qualified
Disillusioned and alienated
Our grasp of youth slips away
Whilst our dreams dissipate
Our stores of compassion
And reservoirs of empathy
Begin to empty
We keep afloat
Just about
With the waves of insecurites
Crashing around our heads
And the undertow of depression
Dragging at our heels
Is it my understanding
That we may never find
A place we deserve
On this slippery slope
Known as mankind?
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WOW! so much here that rocks off the page--these lines especially spoke to me:
"In this post-modern waste land
Is like cycling up a steep hill
With one lung and a
Time-bomb strapped to your back"
talk about hitting hard--excellent, real, vivid, poinant--loved every line. great post--bookshelved immediately!
