Stuck

Each day the universe is expanding,
But I am stuck in these white walls.

Each day seasons are changing,
But I am stuck with these resentful eyes.

Each day people are succeeding,
But I am stuck with this fear of failure.

Each day I go around and do my part,
As I am stuck in this life without art.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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