Slipping through the cracks of what?
And, what about the cracks?
What’s the framework we have built?
Who’s watching all our tracks?
Many feel defeated.
As if they don’t fit in.
We carry weight inside ourselves.
Thinking,
I am less than other men.
The systems that I know
Are made for cracks to grow.
As time goes by, the systems fail;
Look out! From, Below.
NOT FOR RANT 