Of the fleeting of time,
And watching one's dreams and goals disappear,
For hope of youth, they pine,
When responsibility meant nothing,
But fulfilling your heart,
Until society tricks you into,
Discarding desires to take on a part,
To maintain the system in which we live,
Unless you are lucky,
And are chosen to be an example,
One of very many,
Of dreams come true.
You can't live without hope,
If you are not at least given freedom,
A lux'ry that does not go past the vote.
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