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They're looking to hire someone
Always some company, a prestigious developer
Seeking talent, innovative gawkers
to work at their bright voluminous offices
Multitudes of illuminated dream wanderers
And I conspired to be one
This man
down out of his luck
once drafting his ambition
crafting universes
and sprawling worlds to inhabit
constructing unique visions of adventure
Though solemn, heart-wrenching, foreboding
something artful,
purposely divisive
spread across a digital canvas
multitudinous hours I was mentored
all amounting to a flaming pile of shit
shouldering the burden of an expansive price tag
Frustrated by pay through recognition
wounded by years, aiding the capitalistic circus
I am lost
despondent among the craters of Mars.
Forgetting what I truly seek.
Happiness is fleeting, hope has desecrated it's meaning
They're looking to hire someone
But it's never be me
And it may never be me
I've stood beside that road countless times
Watching as the death wagons stampede at ferocious speeds
Desperately seeking strength to step in the infernal highway
My disposition is too meak
My soul too fragile
The torment in my mind
I am too weak.
Seeking talent, innovative gawkers
to work at their bright voluminous offices
Multitudes of illuminated dream wanderers
And I conspired to be one
This man
down out of his luck
once drafting his ambition
crafting universes
and sprawling worlds to inhabit
constructing unique visions of adventure
Though solemn, heart-wrenching, foreboding
something artful,
purposely divisive
spread across a digital canvas
multitudinous hours I was mentored
all amounting to a flaming pile of shit
shouldering the burden of an expansive price tag
Frustrated by pay through recognition
wounded by years, aiding the capitalistic circus
I am lost
despondent among the craters of Mars.
Forgetting what I truly seek.
Happiness is fleeting, hope has desecrated it's meaning
They're looking to hire someone
But it's never be me
And it may never be me
I've stood beside that road countless times
Watching as the death wagons stampede at ferocious speeds
Desperately seeking strength to step in the infernal highway
My disposition is too meak
My soul too fragile
The torment in my mind
I am too weak.
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