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