Life always in motion,
An object in motion stays in motion,
Until met with a equal or greater force.Your gonna hit a crash,
They cry.
Your gonna burnout,
They cry.
Your not gonna make it,
They cry.Oh I'm gonna make,
Even if I die.
Cause I'll sell my soul,
For a piece of the pie.Your gonna hit a crash,
Bones cry.
Your gonna burnout,
Red eyes cry.
Your not gonna make it,
My body screams out.Oh I'm gonna make,
Cause to this,
American Dream,
All mighty dollar,
From a young age,
I have been trained
And enslaved.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.