Our future is futile! All we want is everything and yet, we will have nothing. It is as if we shall forever be on the outside looking in, waiting to take that opportunity that will never come .
There is nothing in place for us, at least, nothing we can see, never mind reach. For the females, they want to live vicariously through those who have fame and for the males, they want to live lavishly, conspicuously, and large.
Maybe we need to add “us” the HOES, as opposed to just putting “me” between the HOES. Either way, the only property we seem to be concerned with is that which elevates us and makes us feel somebody.