Gravity holds me prisoner.
When hoping for better,
Man reminds me of my shortcomings.
The ability to dream is here.
Everyday applying to jobs, learning new skill, but it isn't enough.
Despite the skills possessed, I remain to judged upon my past.
Looked down upon.
Nearly two decades has passed, but all that's seen is yesterday.
If we living for future, why is yesterday held dear?
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