Irresistibly superficial my life thus far has been
Forever in a halo my years seem to loop end on end
Everywhere I turn I face a red brick divide.

Everything I do turns to dust, grime and powder
Lost is my freedom as it breathes one last breath
Sanity I fear is not far behind and what then I ask?

Orphaned from reason my future is misplaced
Life, my life seems ill-equipped to last the passage
Options seem few and far in-between to me!

Slowly the fear swells for I know my future name
Tramp will be my vocation… and I see no way out.

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