Space is limited
So is time
But power seems to be infinite
So is money, paying for our crimes

My writing seems to even scare me
Forcing me into great depressions
But will my dreams pay off
Even if they face rejection

Coercing creatively
As the walls of time cave around me
As wealthy corruptors bail out conglomerated companies
As small businesses shrink and big banks double in capacity

And I'm forced to write about
Everything that i seem to doubt
Its nothing but utter garbage
Yet my peers think its perfect

And when they rant about their lives unfair
So do i empathize with care
Whether through commenting or messaging them
It seems not to matter time and again

Space is limited so are we
As the walls of the world start to crush me
Until i am broken and all hope is lost
The media and society, at whatever the cost
Turn our minds inside out, with the government's blessings
Forced to think outside the box it seems
Until we are forever shattered by our once-possible dreams
And now as i look around me seeing all the catastrophes
I guess i should stop ranting for a world which will never be