Underfulfilled
It’s like a Ferrari
Locked in a garage,
The Atlantic Ocean
Behind a barrage,
An exotic snake skin
Without camouflage,
No, it’s not the Gold Rush,
But self-sabotage.
It’s like a diamond ring
Dusty in a jar,
Like a Concorde airplane
Not flying too far,
Like Carlos Santana
Without his guitar,
Like hypnotized victims
Asking where they are.
It’s like the deep blue sky
With no One above,
A human heart beating
Without any love;
A wealthy bank owner
Pays in useless stuff
And all of that money
Will not be enough.
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