I Want Something More

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