My consciousness is swimming with dreams
and reality is as dry, hard, and disgusting as biscotti.
for my insignificant life.
The road to success is littered with weapons,
all pointed at me.
And it hurts.
popularity,
wealth,
and power.
that we are given a soul
and stripped of it at the same time.
when it is finally retrieved,
we die.
we can only live unfulfilled lives.
How unfair it is that
we walk on burning coals for the consolation prizes of the mainstream;