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You think, therefore 
You're rising with the rising stars

But in dreams 
You're falling to the far side

Day by day 
Collecting what's yours from your sales
Of whatever it is you sell these days
You watch your profits double

But in the nighttime lying down on your back
You feel the sores, the numbness on your backside

And you feel  your soul's down
Led to backslide
Taking stock of life 
Feeling like you've been defined

You reach into your inner rebel 
And begin to revel
In the ideas in which all rebels revel 
And a new track of thought 
Begins to unravel

Riches are illusions 
Of grandeur propagated by the grandiose
I was richer spending time by the fireside

Cramps in my toes
The cold caressing my back and sides
Roasting mice or crushing lice
Or sitting and reminiscing
I was richer spending time by the fireside

In the darker peripheries of the log fire
With no desire
To do the math and devise
With no desire
To figure out how to destroy the earth
Or launch into outer space 
Looking for places I could never reach

Now here is my own pitch 
And the wise will see what I mean
The moon is the moon and the sun is the sun
And we are us
Living breathing and moving here and now
After all is said and done
I could be Lazarus 
Coming back to tell us all, or not,
Just the guy waiting for the rich man cry out

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