The Searing Glow

Sick of being force-fed incessant encouragements

Everywhere I turn

Peddling the promise of potential

Blinding; obstructing the firmament

Occupying every fucking inch available

Before you can shape your life

Into one worth living

First you must commit to one

That keeps their pockets lined

Never you worry, it'll trickle down

Trickle down like droplets

From a tap that's pipes are fit to burst

This vitriol stems not

From the basic drive to elevate

But thе altruistic guise you adorn

Bringing the shovel to our lips

Earn, toil, gain – 'til your wallеt is fuller than your stomach

To sustain a life spent just having to

Earn, toil, gain – potential, power, promise, pay

You've always far less than you think

"We make sure of it, have-not"

I long to venture out

And my eyes not singe

From the searing glow

Of endless neon monoliths

They burrow through your deepest woes

To keep you in the harvest's throes

What twisted game is this

When you're serf to that which serves you?