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...
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