The dream killed itself
Hanging
In my living room.
The hope for the glory snapped in two
And youth vanished in escalating, exacerbating numbers
Crashing down the stairs.
The platform and the privilege
Snatched my prerogative
And slid into a fading oblivion.
The skyscraper dream killed itself
Tumbled
Into my living room.
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