This is why, I hate life.
Either born lucky or unlucky,
Which country?

What the **** r you gonna feed yourself in the future?
What disease you might contract?

But worse of all,
It's the jail cell,
Waiting at the end of the day,

However tired,
However much I know I need to eat,
To sleep,
My mind just shuts off.

Are we just going to be dogs to this society, or just another jail cell,
Waiting out there,
In the place they call the outside world?

It scares me,
But the adventures fuels my adrenaline,
But how long more,
Can I find another tank to fill,
Just to keep this adrenawline in full tank.