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"If", dreams, existence, faith, generations, life, millenials, poem, poetry, Rudyard Kipling, selfish, selfless
Leaden steps with laboured breaths as disinterested as an as organism gets
a quandry if one could see
yet you are in too deep and losing sleep
because while you know something about marching on
accepting unfavorable toil doesn’t feel right
you were told you had to work your way up but the fact is you’ve done more than your share and they don’t care
it would be almost easier if you were wrong but despite what society says you aren’t lazy or selfish
if it was a character flaw or something not embellished
our millenial artists exposition of “If” isn’t juvenile
yet school is expensive and we’ve become apprehensive
our debt seems unavoidable just to exist while eating
oh but this is fleeting and
we know it
we have a mighty thirst
only quenched by dreams
only by faith and remembering there’s always more than it seems
