Despite the people around you,
Because they are no longer other humans,
But just more things you have to do.
There is lacking a connection,
With someone who knows,
You and what you want out of life,
And it shows,
The stooped gait and eyes full of tears,
The chains slowing down your feet,
Making you feel like the world's moving on,
And you have no one to entreat,
To be alright,
Man, life can be a drag,
Not giving you anyway out,
Not offering you a way to be glad.
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