Sedentary hope, visions never acted upon,
Dillusions.
You are some kind of dreamer of the most,
prolofic kind.
A victim of societies qualms...
descending ceilings of animosity keep you from reaching your true measure of reality.
A portion of a notion to fulfill wondrous endeavors...
BIG TALK ,
flapping at the gums about how nice you were,
In YOUR hayday,
yet present day is a syndrome of entitlement.
Of prescribed self-medications and women fondled through masturbation.
Jacked off a future full of hard work and stiff pleasure,
as you sit flacid waiting for someone to arouse the good luck you swear has
"just been dormant."
Those blessed with success have lady luck on their side..
up to this point she's been playing hard to get.
Yet today, you're convinced she is going to give you some.
Ain't no greater gratification than the non-instant kind;
Yes you may boil when moving foward just to fall in a man made pit of backstabbers and liars
But let the fiercely hot feeling of betrayal subside;
simmer down and reap the rewards -
Enjoy.