as the reality kicks in
I was innocent, then grew up miserably aware
in luxury and extravagant things, I never really cared
but my vision declined as I was dipped in the sea of reality
the waves of life hit me and let me feel the penury
shame on me to think like this
when I still get necessities to live and exist
but the world spins fast, and as I drown in its sea
I sometimes long for the privilege of having been born into wealth, far from poverty
and if I were a daughter in the home that never was
then I wouldn't have to leave myself behind and do the things my mind contrasts
I wouldn't have to turn the world off and feel that I am not enough for its sparkle
and I wouldn't have to live in its darkness and wish for an impossible miracle