The Search

Struggle, isn’t that just everyday?
Eventually you’ll get out from under it.
It’s been years.
But eventually…

You’ve gotta know someone,
The right someone,
Who knows someone.
Push, push, push.
Lie through it. Die through it.
Everyone’s doing it.

You don’t have enough.
It’s never enough.
There’s always someone with more than
Enough.

Learn the rules — hate them.
Who can be the most
Inauthentic?
I can’t
Play the game.

I only want a chance.

So, I struggle,
Feel undeserving into the madness.
Push, push, push.
Cover my face in masking tape.
Lying teeth. Lying eyes.
Maybe this time it will be real.
I try again, hoping
I try again, hoping
I try again, hoping
Maybe…

But it’s never enough.