Will we ever escape the long-sold dream
Of wealth and all its glory, fed to us by the silver screen?
The uprising of ordinary, recast into divine celebrity.
Or the making of a mark for the greater good of society.
Narratives immortalised between the opening title and final credits,
Refashioned then regurgitated to suit the audience of the times...
But the fundamentals remain the same, as the struggle becomes romanticised
And hope misplaced.
The constraining bounds of reality tell a very different story.
As this mythical tale, deceives us all into conformity...
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A Collection of Poetry
PoetrySo I'm trying poetry. I have no idea how the official structures work so things may get a bit scrambled. Just thought I would write on topics that I find relevant.