Pay Till You Die

Wed, 12/24/2014 - 02:19 -- SunFire

 

When my eyes open I do not sigh,

I do not think of impending doom.

When the decisions are made, I do not cry,

I do not crawl in despondence to my cold, empty room.

 

I do not fear where I once felt joy,

Nor do I scream at the top of my lungs.

When they tell me yes, oh so sly and coy,

Though they know I never could climb those rungs.

 

They say yes, but oh wait my dear,

You’re smart, not that smart, I’m afraid.

Pay till you die, or you shall not come here,

You shall not be us, until your life has been laid.

 

I do not sit in frustration and hate,

My mind doesn’t traverse an unreachable dream.

I do not cram and write till it is too late,

And apply endlessly, as it would seem.

 

We are not good enough, you see,

Though we worked, lost hours, to be where we are.

Our brilliance, in comparison, is but a useless plea,

Until we have the money to really be a star.

 

I’m not one of them, oh dear I’m not,

But oh how I’d change them, given the chance.

What is the use of all we were taught,

If all we get is a fancy, a dreamy romance?

 

Yes, dreams must be fought for to become real,

But after fighting half our lives, is there no end?

Our brains surrender to our pocketbooks to close the deal,

Or else our dreams are shattered, never to mend.

 

That, I would tell them, not conceal,

With my dwindling breath and might.

We have worked until we may choke on that last meal,

So let us in, we can no longer fight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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