I am knees deep in a quick sand
designed for people like me
by a system that thrives
on a climate of fear
Obtaining knowledge while selling my soul
Profit driven suits,  
splurging words about our rights
and our duties
Camouflaging their own self-interest
Playing monopoly on knowledge
Convincing us,
that chasing that silly piece of paper
is the only option
Concealing the true cost that
comes with knowledge
One most of us will never be able to afford
An ocean of debt,
one I will surely pay until I'm dead
Behold the loophole though,
silver spooned fed mouths
need not sink nor swim
That hollowed shaped silver
holding them high above ground
While the rest of us sink
limb by limb
into a quicksand that was designed for people like us

My life moves like a bullet train and
I cannot anchor my heart and thoughts at your station.
Not anymore.
You no longer provide comfort, love, patience and care;
my basic needs.
I will be okay because all railways lead to something
and something is better than nothing.
I suppose my fingers should no longer outline the love and hate I hold for you.
And I suppose I have to stop writing about you now, or forever, stay stuck in this maze without you "

I'm imagining
the pool that spawned you, I am
filling it with rocks

I made a loop with a running knot around my neck
A snare, a lasso
A hangman's hassle
I tightened it up
I pushed the chair
Only to blame the only person who actually cared