I WANT SOMETHING MORE


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 or 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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