"Not so simple"

Since youth

Withheld from truth,

Told to follow our dreams,

Take thorough notes about the hoax that happens

While drooling on the seams then,

Everything will make sense,

We’ll be at our extreme best,

Making dollars,

Being close friends with success,

Made it sound so stress free,

We’re re told

Possible to have it all,

Every single thing our cerebellum draws,

Truly remain obsessed

Scenes seen in our head,

What's next

You wake up

Alarms rage and the Sun comes,

Expected to part your temple from the cotton cloud pillow,

Wipe your eyes and float

from the stars your toes touched

before the recurring presence of daylight

Sit up right

Take what life lays on again.