Lucid Amnesiac
Standing but stumbling, mumbling and grumbling
Looking for meaning in the stars
Weeping but leaping, reaping while sleeping
Screening ghostwriters for my memoirs
I was wondering about the seed and the sprout
While watering my alkanet plants
Torn asunder by seething self-doubt
While observing a colony of ants
Then it came to me all at once like a lightening bolt
It's time to change, time to dissent, it's time to revolt
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