Dazzle of dreams.
Hides the distant strains of triumph.
Ain't nothing just a dream but, it's like a label.
A brand of responsibility ain't like a fable.
Is it something constant and stable?
Ain't nothing just a stinking brand but, power.
A constant struggle to be anything just not lower.
Till then; hunger? Look at the aftermath and tell me are you sober?
Endless cycle of thy self the lost and found .
Exhausting yet, ask yourself.
It's a mere state of mind.
If your in turmoil of how should one be seen do yourself a favor and look at the glare in the mirror.