Underlings

It is a ruthless game,
Hoping for a happy ever after
Letting the strayed mind wander
When you know it’s not possible
The clock ticks for eternity
As we trample a perpetual journey
Seeking a world of peace
A world devoid of any pain
We seek the impossible
For misery is ubiquitous
For we are bound to fall down
For misery is destined to be
And who are we?
Tiny specs of dust
Gloating in the wind and fluttering away
Who are we?
To search for a new world?
Underlings don’t find,
Underlings don’t live,
Underlings don’t feel,
Underlings, we remain.

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