We never sit content
No we seek for something more
Reaching for unattainable rewards
Why do we fight for this?
Pushing us towards tears
For something we’ll never hold
To end on top?
But in this day and age
Only chance will take you there
The unfortunate truth, although,
Is that hard work must be done
To stumble upon this opportunity
With fingers worn down to bone
We cling to ghostly joy
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