I am what they want.
Everything at the expense of opportunity;
The cost of self-contribution;
The diminishment of talent and passion.
Blinded by walls closing around me — I forge an equilibrium.
Losing sight of my strengths and strengthening my weaknesses;
I am nothing but a flatlined, well-rounded person.
The worst kind of oxymoron, if you must.
Simply a creator sucked dry by the blank shades of what some call a career.
Call me Jay 
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