I have a bill in my pocket
With an expiration day attached,
A dream fully woven inside my head
In need of action before is too late,
A family that seems to care for me
Fabricated to validate existence,
A job with an, intricate, appealing title
For which I must work 40 hours a week.
I live in a fully conditional world,
In which people talk of unconditional love.
My dear friends, there isn’t such a thing.
A sweepstake might have fewer conditions
Than that of love, to which you may not realize,
You have bargained unexpected things for.
©October 3, 2011