#Random 14- Day 12

Like a pen inside water,
I feel so out of place.
They sold us dreams so different
from the troubles we face.
Told us the stack were all Aces
And had to contend with snails
for these races.
But Cheetahs we found,
Isn’t it sad that we are failing
I’m not wailing, I’m just saying
I refuse to learn to sail
when all we’ve got is dry land
Try to see it from my end
You’ll see flashes, bright light flashes
They think that’s all we got
They hung me in the sun to dry
Now they are missing the whole
picture
I’m the film of the future
Like a showcase, I’m going to show you
what I’m made of.