I Want Something More

Going through a world of sad debris,

Regard quixoitic 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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