Breathe.

We're on a set path, can't help but deviate it.
Breaking our backs but left unappreciated.
Long names so elegant now abbreviated.
Play is work, always agitated.

Love is a losing game, over complicated.
Speaking in murmurs verbally constipated.
Subtle pains dulled, left intoxicated.
Fortune faded, left jaded.
Stuck in life's cell, over populated.

With love comes hatred.
Emotions concentrated.
Young dreams confiscated.
Betrayed by those we nominated.
Constantly frustrated.
Blind conformity consolidated.

It's no wonder living life is so reckless.

We can't hear.

We can't see.

We can't breathe.

We're breathless.