If you peer
Under dreams of grandeur
A beautiful home filled with
children
Passionate love with a
compassionate husband
Days spent in a pleasant job
Time augmented with art
There you find reality
Bitterly glaring back
A cramped apartment shackled with
debt
Settled with an imperfect match
Rushing through meaningless labor
To go home, to chores and exhaustion
We put our noses to the
grindstone
In our sleepy nine to fives
Searching for the places of our
hopes
The man, the children, the job
But all in vain for we are
working still
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