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Apr 2015
I'd never questioned it before
What all the camera flashes
What all the picnic baskets
Showed up for

If not for the steady hold
It couldn't be for the speed
It couldn't be for the need
Of something simply bold

I'd never felt the hotel bed
For all the the cultured gravel
For all the temporal travel
The history it read

If not for the pure blank sheet
It couldn't wait for more
It couldn't wash ashore
The romancing callused feet

I'd never noticed the speed
Of course the gold couldn't stay
But does the need go away
With wasted time and heavy aches

Can compound interest
And societal indifference
Distract the great adventurer

Tell my financial travel
Do the landscapes I missed, unravel
And blossom stability
Or philosophical infertility
Middle Class
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