going through a world of sad debris
regard quixotic reveries of ownership
the blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion
the ancient western treadmill of deception and derision
but I want something more
racing through a life of tragic wastage
I experience the loss of trust and innocence
the billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
as we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision
but I want something more
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