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Undefined stream of consciousness

After all is said and done, cliché style (Forgive me if this does not rhyme, I'm moving Past rhyme for the sake of rhyme) You will have gone away rich and returned for more Because you thought you knew what you needed To feel loaded, fulfilled and needed You thought you knew your needs And had articulated and defined them to a tee You knew all the similes that ran parallel to your feelings But those were nothing more than thoughts Which is why a mind is such a terrible thing to have You thought You knew the right ingredients for happiness Just the right mix To make laughter and an electrifying smile A happy ever after which, you thought Existed in cash and came contained In bags of gold marked with silver linings which you carried a thousand miles Only to end up clutching a plastic smile Because all the nonsense you collected turned out To have a mind of its own So, you met yourself returning from that place and thinking Was I better off before I became better off Or did I believe a lie? Of course, you were drunk then And you certainly are drunk now Except you have no idea what it is. You're in the dark like me And even now I hear a chorus of ayes and nays And someone letting out a wry laugh and shouting amen Because the bottom line is this; this will resonate Even if it doesn't. I will let you be the judge of that Folks trying to nod and shake their heads at the same time Take it easy people, this is exactly what you think it is Name it what you will. If the cap fits, I suggest you wear it And so, cliché style, you returned To the place from which you had returned Because enough was not enough. You wanted more But needed less of more and more of less And fortunately, or unfortunately, about this you were clueless All that glittered was just a bag full of humus And once you admitted this to yourself a new light shone And you wondered how come you'd missed this all along But couldn't dwell on that because you had better things to do In the end you gave away all the matters that had mattered And in half breaths cursed and muttered Words and phrases too precious to repeat in this space In the end you were richer without the riches And much more comfortable without the restraining breeches From a society that had always wanted to define and control your mind

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