#modernstruggles
The path is blurred, the future dim,
A world that feels unkind, worn thin.
The weight of “what” and “who to be”
Hangs like a storm they cannot see.
The road twists on through doubt and noise,
Drowned out by endless political voice.
First steps to work meet closing doors,
Where promise fades on hollow shores.
Each step unsure, each dream delayed,
In shifting ground their hopes are laid.
Choices made in distant halls
Still rumble loud through silent calls.
Yet in the dark, though hard to trust,
Through quiet fear and creeping dust,
Each fragile step, though torn apart,
Still builds a strength within their hearts.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 7:32 AM UTC
_The sky is falling_—
ashes in slow motion,
raining smoke laced with doubt.
I’m trying to figure things out – trapped inside
of my mind, trying to map a way out.
Time wears you down like a borrowed face.
Money races laps around your mind—
and we’re all so deeply
invested in the chase.
I think __locomotive__ thoughts—
every train of thought heavier than the last—
but somehow, I keep losing track of time.
But what is time,
if not something that’s never mine?
We spend every second like a dime—
but not every moment
is worth the time.
I dress up for someone else’s moment,
tailor my soul to suit their life—
wearing joy like it’s rented, hoping the fit feels right.
Every mistake I remember from yesterday
becomes a brushstroke in the picture I paint today—
a portrait of someone better
hanging up in my frame of mind.
_And maybe, just maybe,
there lies the real way
to fit in._
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC