Rythm

I'm trying to connect the dots between lines and my purpose
filling the gap between rhymes and my service
to my people

I'm not talking about paying my taxes
growing old, giving up, and just sitting back and relaxing
romantasizing about the so-called good old days
but memory is perception you lost it all in the haze
your new state after they extinguish your flame
after they hypnotize you to all be the same

Now, we compete to see who's the best dressed & who cares less
these tinderellas try to impress
some random person they just met
they drink up
& momentarily try to forget
the stress
of their ever-growing crippling debt
but I digress------