Raise your hand* if your confidence is reaching its limit Well let me tell you, don't dare believe it for a minute
A poet stands at the center of circles of illusions Sparked by the fire within and burnin' institutions
They write about the current state as far as they can see it, as well as personal doubts claimin' that they can feel it
Don't hand your savings over, 'cause now you pay it forward, but life won't pay you back,
So what you say to that?
"I say we're bein' controlled by such an evil system; a metal contract was forced on lost and bleedin' victims."
"I don't agree with you, man. We're where we need to be. With very little control, we risk to eat for free!"
We risk to eat for free?
"Food's a commodity! And with overpopulation, I say this honestly!"
"Don't mean to interrupt; your notion of depravity appears dumbfounded and far from grounded by gravity."
"I say this world belongs to kings and innovators; hope of the people is thrown to the incinerator."
"We're seeking liberators mightier than the sword. We work to buy them a pen - weapons we can afford."
"And when their eyes are wide open I think that writers see the world not for what it is, rather what it could be."
"Yeah! They're talkin' for us metaphorically, imaginin' utopias for you and me, questions answered rhetorically."
The world is yours** and no one else's, so live to give it more time through love and being selfless.
The piece could be a bit confusing, but to provide context, the first four stanzas revolve around a teacher asking his students the question (title of this piece). The rest are responses from different students. Fictional.