Game paused but i aint pressed quit
Procrastinating waiting for the system to burn out
But I am the system
The player in the game
Hall of Fame World remember my name
The Coach also officiating
This is all me spending time imaginating
What is the game?
Conform to what works?
Inner struggles worse
My heart must prevail
I dont wanna fail
Attention a drug to me
In there hearts is where id love to be
Does ends justify means
Sell Off my soul for some green
To live what i dream
If being me is not enough?
To make it will i have to give myself up?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem