Posted on by Utopiaman

The Gold Plated Life

I live in a guilded cage

A beautiful place

I have food and bed

No job still I am fed

I am chained to history

And bound by guilt and shame

I will never be free

Waiting to die of old age

And my own misery

I have courage but no hope

Letting the momentum slip

Away because

That is my way

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