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