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 trugde like blind men forward trying to avoid collision But I want something more
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