<\/a><\/p>\nStill denying \nStill lying to yourself \nStill crying about all the wrong things<\/p>\n
One of these days \nSomething’s gonna tip \nor fall \nor crash \nand maybe, just maybe \nyou’ll wake up and realize<\/p>\n
that ice is melting \nthe sun is blazing \nand even your feet are colder in the winter<\/p>\n
That things aren’t \njust gonna “bounce back” \nand your friends are still looking \nfor a bit of work<\/p>\n
and even the ones that are with work \naren’t happy, aren’t able to afford \nthe price of the American Dream \nthat far-off fantasy endlessly advertised as the ultimate reality<\/p>\n
You discover it’s nothing but a mirage \nan apparition, with a hollow face \nand slippery like an eel<\/p>\n
so slippery, so brightly colored and \nbeautiful, and you get closer and realize \nit’s burning, melting, fading away, never really within reach \ntruly untouchable, and truly ugly<\/p>\n
Nothing will be better than that day \nthat you watch the dream wither \nenabling you to dream newer dreams \nmore powerful than anything anyone has \never tried to sell you before \nand what a dream it will be<\/p>\n
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