Halcyon Days

Standard

Being put inside a cell
Time being monitored by an annoying bell
People were forced to quell
Everyday was a living hell

Pressure that’s taking its toll
Symbols that I can never troll
Life that wants to take a stroll
When will I ever loll

Challenges meant to assess
People are trying hard to process
For the future that they are trying to access
One day they can call it their own success

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