A Poem regarding something i thought

A Poem regarding something i thought

I have been gently pushing doors


future ever nearing

my freedom teeters on a knife edge

The Man stands over my shoulders

She leers

Young fools selling their youth

off cheaply

the sands of time flow

never slow

dripping life into a pension fund

so you can live when you cant feel free

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