Stuff

Too much stuff without substance
Too much substance dumbed down
Swimming in quicksand of new mudslides
Is baptism in Augean tides

For one glimpse of feigned attention
Abandon inner fluid eloquence
Clutch and forge a grand illusion
For the sake of calculated arrogance

So busy seeking relevance
Breaching dishonored trespasses
Knockoffs presented to the masses
Honesty loses to fashion

When lost ourselves we find
We cease touching breathing sky
Tame our fiercest dragon dreams to sheep eyes
For regards from strangers passing by

Too much time without message
Too much message without time
Be not content to conform
Alternate from sanity of norm

Photo: Prom Queen

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