the fertile youth
the fertile youth is but a phase,
filled with melancholy days,
which, although cause tons of pain,
i admire like the rain.
from a distance, i observe
generations forced to serve
the manipulative state.
is it way too fucking late?
hope is all i see in lies,
those that pierce right through my eyes,
and destroy a sick potential.
observation is essential.
up above the clouds i weep,
wishing i could get some sleep,
but not wake upon the hour;
jump right off the tallest tower.
©LukaKorba
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