Overwhelmed by all this stress, 
My limbs they fall away, 
Just like the rest. 
Obligations keep piling up, 
Like dried out pens in a plastic cup. 

Adolescence has long since past, 
Responsibility howls at my back. 
Due, Due, Due, 
It's all they fucking spew. 
Relentless, 
They're endless. 
Day after week after month after year. 

It's becoming to me, 
Painstakingly clear. 
That to live with the best of them, 
Your soul must be sold, 
For minimal gain. 

Run round the wheel. 
Keep the gears turning. 
Sunrise to sunset ignore your heart's yearning. 
For something more, 
For something new; 
A dream, and idea, a vision to pursue. 

Disregard your well-being 
For corporate-paid meetings. 
A shiny car, 
A neon smile 
And a Botox face. 

The american dream, 
Is not what it seems. 

Another childhood gone. 

I refuse, 
I refuse, 
To let them tell me what to do.

codyblackwood