In America, life has no meaning.
We dabble in one thing after another
Join a cult or become drug addicts
Piss our years away.
It doesn't have to be like this,
But it is.
We sit caged in our comforts
Read with wide eyes about
The lives of real people in the world
Watch fictional ones on TV
Anything to give meaning and feeling to
What feels like a dream.
Thursday, April 27
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