Going through a world of sad debris
Regard quixotic reveries of ownership
The blossoming disease of man called tenure & accretion
The ancient western treadmill of deception & derision
But I want something more

Racing through a life of tragic wastage
I experience the loss of trust & 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...
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