This describes my dissatisfaction with the system.
The line is drawn between you an me,
Who gets the water,
Who gets the land
Who in this world gets to be free,
To myself there is only me,
What I have is mine because
all I have is my mind,
All I see is where I am
Where you are you are but
not for me,
You exist within
your own reality,
To whom does the
fantasy belong.
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