There's a place where I'll never win
Where things are reversed Conversations are rehearsed Smiles are misleading Handshakes are false greetings Where jobs come from the affirmative actions Views of you come from above Friendships are a pastime Descriptions are written to keep you in line And you are obliged to fail by design Where they say technically its ours but you can pay to use it for the meantime Where I own nothing but my thoughts my passion my rhymes With so much sitting on me everyday I still find myself standing in line At This place that kills everything from dreams to time I add to the numbing process instead of designing my own mind Using my own lane my own knowledge my own brain I follow the same path that leads to a known end Instead of just taking a risk in not knowing how the story ends! I hope this string holds I just jumped off the cliff into the unknown.