Minds In a Morass

Hearts burning with desire Minds awash with dreams and aspirations Eyes wishing from normal life to retire Ears primed to hear inspirational orations Delivered at a pacey rate To a receptive audience Minds desperate To get with mischief in silence So loud it brings down the roof Where a motley of minds gathers Seeking tangible proof In matter that bothers Youths in search of identity Lost in substance abuse Confused by a nonentity To get loose Swill vats of cheap beer Escorted by puffs of weed Path forward unclear Nonentity plants a seed That youths leads astray Feeling like Gargantuas but in reality midgets Who refuse for consecutive moments to pray With a sage who fidgets Urging them to stop exploring fleshpot events Much as they delight the body That grow weary of dwelling in tents Where may pop in anybody With a nosy penchant To sniff a malaise Granting a chant A mnemonic phrase That signifies nothing of value In sane circumstances With neither clue nor hue To measure safe distances From sanity to insanity Brought about by life in trenches Where no room for vanity Exists that wrenches Can no longer tighten To restore previous mental states Which in the process may frighten Prospects that vie for great tastes.