Dancing in a sky full of broken light bulbs
that were disguised as stars
Shoes as standards that didn't even fit
Following dreams that transformed
into practically promenading on broken glass
Prestige numbers that dictate your future,
Drowning in numbers of meaningless endeavor
Achieving, yet still dreaming?
Society will crush you until you just stand untitled.
A speck of dust in a universal vacuum, a number of endless dead souls
Our society might be based all around numbers,
but our hopes and aspirations should only be spelled with letters.
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