Someone Else's Dream

In a world full of anxiety the only way to survive it seems is to get high and beam the inner lightless sheen. The richest rich to the homelessness just constant stress and so in thoughtlessness we try to progress. Government regulations cause nothing but speculation and constipation from hesitation, we’re waiting in patience thinking someone will come along and sing a different song counting on change but disappointment with every one. Work hard and you can make it but be sure that you can fake it, don’t get sick they won’t take it. Unless it’s money. We need healthcare but welfare is shunned upon, gross, but these are the people that need it the most. The ones trying and struggling to feed but they’re hungry, doctor’s don’t care without money this shit isn’t funny. Living life unbecoming but not cause you want to, you have to do, cliché, what you have to do and aptitude means nothing without college but don’t try to get in unless you pay your homage with the almighty king the one who reigns highest, cash is life, always, don’t try to deny it. We ride it like the wave we were given but nobody listens just sitting in tension for the sharks to show forgiveness but socialism mentioned fuck off and forget it. There’s no way to bridge the gap it seems this world has been built on someone else’s dreams.