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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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