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I keep holding on.
Between a rock and a hard place, what is a liveable wage?
If you’re eating breadcrumbs on the front line to watch humans pass away — is this living?
I hear them say ‘be grateful’ even if you don’t have enough,
as your guts twist and grumble from platefuls of thorny, skinny tough love.
You swallow hard, wash it down with raindrops and pieces of sky
like the truth, tomorrow is not on its way to save us today.
I fall back into the arms of nature —
knowing gravity will release its captives sooner or later.
In the meantime, through the sunlight and the moonlight —
debt and taxes remain like shadows on your face, screaming demands like prophets of rage.
It’s a savage game.
Humans keep rolling the dice — but it’s money with the dirty name?
If I become fluent in the language of economics — will I master my fate?
Dear Universe,
please explain?
I get lonely and lost trying to figure it out.
Quit playing Monopoly with an actual life — struggling to survive,
dreaming of paradise with a head full of stars and pockets full of grace and strife.
I keep holding on.
I breathe deep and slow.
For every breath I take —
someone takes their last today.
