Utopia imposed

I live in a utopia that is not mine. Before it, my grandparents crossed themselves and my parents gave their best years. Me, I took it on my shoulders without the power to shake it off.Some who don’t live it are trying to convince me – from a distance – that it must be preserved. But it drives one insane to live the fantasy of others, to be burdened with the weight of what others dreamt.Those who imposed on me – without asking – this mirage, I want to warn you, starting now, I do not think it will be passed on to my children.

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