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Stuck in a life
I do not own
Must I reap
what was not sown?
Toil this so-called
life away
But why I should
You can not say
Give me wings
Tell me to fly
Push me off
the ledge too high
An updraft carries
me toward the sun
My Icarus wings
Wax starts to run
Melting as
I plummet down
Your one response
a disapproving frown
Drag and pull me
on your road
Faltering under
the pressing load
Grasping hands
pull me up tall
Unheard, I beg
Just let me fall.