Am I destined to stay in this medium of my life?
Never having what I want?
Only what I need and no more?
Why can’t I drive a big escalade like drug dealers down the street?
Why can’t I fly the skies across the country?
Why can’t I read when I want?
Why can’t I play when I want?
I’m a trapped American inside the vicious circle of finance.
How do I get my piece of the pie?
Two jobs and still broke…
It’s not what I buy or that my house is too big.
It’s not that I have a drug habbit or that I give into my mind’s eye of wants, desires, and needs.
I’m destined to go no further, not beyond where I’m at right now, this very second.
I fight just to to stay afloat, but it’s not good enough…
NOT GOOD ENOUGH!
not big enough…
it’s just not enough…
I’m tired – yet I keep walking to my death even closer, everyday & there’s not enough time to play.
In 40 years I’ve accomplished a lot for everyone else, but not myself.
This is about a person that tries on a daily basis to stay afloat financially and mentally and is never table to get ahead to please themself, only their family. This person is going mad, but slowly.