They say that this time is when I’m prime and it gets worse from here
But my bones already ache and break under the heaviness of this decade
And disease runs rife and wars take life on a global stage
Everyday my brain hurting, it’s concerning how much I’m losing capacity to think
They say that there was a time before my birth that was full of mirth and ease
One day there sounds like myth compared to the swinging scythe in capitalistic hands
But I do dream and in that body I’m no corporate carbon copy robot
There is space to breathe and no one bares their teeth in their ravenous pursuit of greed
Prompt: Body Swap
