A world of peeling paint and mildew,
Where things stop working like clapped out minds.
Looking across desolate concrete,
I wonder why hope is so hard to find,
I wonder where dreams go,
When the dreamer gives up and looks the other way
And graffittis anger on a wall
While little children play.
Striking at a broken down goal -
A crazy parody of this life.
Our ill-fitting shoes on the ripped-up felt,
Cut aspiration back down with a knife.
Bottles smashed on stairwells
And worse - self imposed curfews por night,
Nobodies just trying to be someone,
No one turned on the light.
Ambition like a rusty bike,
The pedals...
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