Spoon-fed daily news while lungs inhale plumes of smoke--
the smoke of doubt
Row, row, row your boat... Into the ether,
we ride with naught,
save our hope-- Gently down the stream...
Freedom awaits us
but distant Illusion's restraint hinges upon belief--
Life is but a dream. Thoughts burn, thoughts turn
like pages,
years pass like a razor's edge--
We are on the edge,
of greatness
The black heart on life support
Resuscitation
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