To What

To you I say..
To what I have become.
In this world of estranged array..
Dragging your inner child astray.
To every foresaken day..
Cheers to the survival slay.
To what might happen..
To whom it may dampen.
Disfigure in betray..
You poke the unknown..
Just because you are alone.
To what you want..
Will be never sufficient..
Reality is dubious..
Most of them are envious.

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