Giving up your passions, To face the real world, Knowing that it won’t be appreciated, Seen, But instead, Replaced, Thrown away, 6 years of hard work, Down the drain. I wanted to be a poet, I wanted to inspire, But now everyone can be one, It’s easy to cheat like how the artist creates, My school doesn’t make us read, The government is trying to erase our history, I’m told to find a second option, But I never believed that I’d have to select it, I thought I’d be a poet and an author with big dreams, But maybe that was just a dream, Maybe I was too naive, Knowing that my work will never be appreciated, Remembered like the pieces that came before me, No one values creativity, They value comfort that comes from a machine, Replaced, Thrown away, What happened to the thoughts I had at a young age, Maybe they were meant to fade away, I feel like I lost the talent, The thing that made me, I’m becoming subject to the worlds gravity, That pulls us away from what we could be, And grabs me, Into a mold that will control me, Like the man behind the screen, Who found his passion for technology, And the authors like me, Had a hard time just to make a dime, Even though it comes from the heart, The heart isn’t what gets you paid, And even though it’s art, No one wants to pay, Giving up my passion, To face the real world, I’d never thought I’d see the day.
