Selling Out Poem by James McLain

How long must one live a life unlived
Before one must sell out to live?
Can one live to only live without the
Means to live?

Selling out of poverty to stand upright
Without a soul and hunger for the light.
A moral wisp of wishes spread like wings
To dream at night.

Food we need to think about I've come
Into your life.
Yet a lie is but a lie no matter what the
Cost to self if one sells out.
The end will come before I've learned what
Life was all about.