A Bad Dream – I’m Stuck in my Dream.

This is a bad dream that I can’t wake up from

It has become stuck like my skin is to my body

I’ve grown to become a bag of reeking emotions

Not what I pictured when I was young

The days of simple smile and heavy laughters all gone

Like the trash bag you left outside yesterday

when we were young, we thought differently

Adulthood looked promising. To grow old and strong

To be entitled to success by default, like my birthright 

And eat two pieces of meat without guilt

Now I’m old and weak. I can eat two meats, just not the red one. Life moves pretty strong and teeth are feeble 

I crave the innocence of a kid, but I’m stuck in this dream.

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