Once in a while, I try to watch TV,
So many offers for material things,
Never a shortage of ****** innuendos and hypocrisy.
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I break the remote in half, wondering if it will bleed.
Then another melancholy appeal to save dying animals in need.
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In a surge of humanity, I sprint outside.
The wide-open world seems like a perfect place to hide
From the subliminal blitzkrieg demanding audience in my mind.
A desperate effort- to leave it all behind
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Passed the concrete jungle, to a higher elevation,
A healthy distance away from the fast food nation.
I no longer find release in *******, no longer solace in mere stimulation.
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I find myself in the canyons below the towering trees,
I’ve found asylum within a cool terrestrial breeze.
The sun upon my face, I drop to my knees,
A concession from the universe for a lone consciousness in need.