The empty inescapable
The potent irreplaceable
The hoped for ineffaceable
ecstatic inspirational
Confound me oh desirous manifestations
I stand on the edge of the infrastructure
Make a living to keep on living
Not really living, not really giving much
Of a care, or to art, or to hope for
One day in, barely,
And honestly, I can't stand it
Don't tell me I need to be a part of your world to change it
Don't tell me I'm not a part of your world
Simply because its ills don't kill me
Its ills still ill me
Just don't quite thrill me
Though they might still be relevant
As means, not ends
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