Misery spread around,
Churning despondency in its wake
Amidst thriving cities,
Within energetic crowds
Looms pessimism
Casting an occultation
No reprieve, no relief
A constant state of continuum
All baulk at the tedium,
Yet none will to change...
None want to change...
A catch, that’s what it is...
Never be and never allowing to be...
A strange sort of sadism,
Borne through the circumstantial
masochism...
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