Imagine a future of brightly lite streets,
A place where happiness was already the ultimate treat.
Now imagine today,
And the days of the past.
Today is not the way,
And we were left to die last.

The streets are not lite,
There is no happiness nor bliss.
Instead doors are locked tight,
And i do not miss this.

So here i am frozen in time,
A second where i am to rhyme.
Stuck here i cannot think,
All i can do is sit and drink.
I try,
I cry,
But the words just dont come out.
It must be,
I am illiterate...
 
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