Tossing my Mind down the Street-
Loosing all thoughts in this empty space.
One Tall glass of ice cold Meat-
Another lost soul loosing the Race.
I see the Sky, I see the Ground-
I can see the Forest through the Trees.
Looking for a Life, not to be found-
Searching for a Me that still believes.
Poems reaking of love-
Of joy to come.
In Search of an Idol I look above-
Begging in vain," I want some'.
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