Every problem is for tomorrow
Tonight we shall drown our sorrows
Then hold the blissful ignorance
As the beggars beget their innocence
What’s the cost of living free?
Careless, perhaps inevitably?
Every youth in search of eternal high
Be free from their unruly alibi
A quest for love is time-consuming
A luxury that we cannot afford
Consumerist fashion and vogue galore
The changed trends for ones we adore!
Life resuscitated back to reality
Bewildered imagination will come to end
A time of coexistence will comprehend
But, the cost of our kin will un-end
Somehow, someday it will be smooth
Pressure will tire its undying might
But our hopes and dreams will subdue
As our child will live and live them through
The same stress we were imposed on
A grotesque stature of stigmatic slime
Society of matter and empathetic decline
Our cursed twenties will mirror our child