A photographic illustration of a nightmare.

Hollow dreams 
Empty spaces. 
Caught up in a  
Matrix of deceit 
And stings. 
Claim again you know all things. 
Hopes and dreams don’t exist 
Yeah right, don’t fall for this. 
Sometimes you get what you get. 
All the while knowing they didn’t 
Deserve it. 
How great would it be? 
But I guess the same 
Shopping spree, 
The same concrete shoes 
Pulling on me. 
That’s what to expect. 
And the hell with the best.