Subjected to idiosyncrasy's of another's choosing,
allowing freedom to take a back seat while swelling
with strife.
Unattainable goals resurrected by others, when
touched by daylight are shafted and split deep beneath
the earth.
Qualifying limits set by another causes existential
loss of moments and nighttime slips silently on top,
covering all with doilies, sparingly allotted.
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