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Burdens
That ‘happy life’
it just isn’t right for me.
A nice car,
a grand house,
a loving family?
All to sell my soul to the devil
of corporate sin,
selling lies to the hopeful
and masks to the insecure,
slowly dying under the wait of
financial burden and killing relationships
with misplaced focus.
A family is an ill-conceived dream,
anyway,
to a person who
at a touch
will destroy the joy within
all and anyone
like an insufferable weapon of war.
I am destined to be,
no more and no less,
a man of solitude
bound for the fringes
getting by yet
contentedly free.
For my life hasn’t
a worry in the world
or a burden to ruin.
