waiting for time to fill its light, waiting
for us to waste it.
We are driven to work by four wheels and a desire
to somehow prove our worth.
But we don't know how. We cannot accept
ourselves and the dreamless realities we
choose to live in.
Our spoon-fed hearts are yearning.
We're fed up with mornings of caffeine and cigarettes
and imperfect people.
Our stomachs ache with insecurities.
But we continue playing the victim
and blaming our minds and bodies when we
come up short-changed.
Oh, what a day it will be when we realize the fault lies
within us. But until then, we will go on
wondering how hungry we are underneath
our need to achieve
what has already been done.
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