my mind is filled with
references of books no one reads
bright futures that no one sees
sad tales of lives that could not be
potential wasted away
hiding from the sun and fun
angered by instability
with a new passion burning inside of me
working hard but not enough
my goals seem to avoid me
constantly jumping from here to there
i want an anchor from my life
i want to come home to my wife
i want a fight my demons
and pave my future
basement dwelling
i wanted to be alone in my mind
this position is to familiar to me
im a bum no one should be with me
i can do this not cant do that
shes trapped and im stuck
i said it before she loves her work more then she loves me\
honestly at 20 i would love my work to way more then me
im a basement dweller there no hope for me
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