Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe

Forced

So much to do
So little time
Want to become famous
Want to succeed
But I can't motivate
Always told what to do
Homework first
Dreams second
Your not a child
Just an adult whose blank
You hate your life
Your job
Your dream
You try and try
Pushed down to the dirt
Dreams are foolish
Unlikely to succed
Your nothing
Your a fool
We all start young with dreams in our head
But were pushed and crushed
Fitted in to a mold to small
That's just life they say
You rebel, fight back
But forced to behave
You are nothing
You're no one
And you will remain that way