Inhale
They may use substance,
But I have a natural high.
They can search for asphalt
But it's concrete that can make you ripe.
They have seen dangers,
But I've avoided the rotten skies.
Hooked within their anchor,
The naive young holds on tight..
Soon the world comes crashing,
False hope on lacy lies.
The glitter may shimmer on the outside
But deep within, it decays to die.
This world may look attractive:
Bright lights with no humble eyes,
Clothing with large price tags,
And music that makes you thump your thighs.
It's some sort of a status quo,
A certain look, no room to sympathize.
They're trained to hold that smile,
Or to never eat that extra pie.
This year's fashions change,
As if blown by a sudden wind.
Whether Mother Nature produced it,
This human race easily gives in.
Some believe tears are a weakness,
But at times it's a step away form suicide.
We must not hold our anger,
But rather spit them out on poetic lines.
Exhale.
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