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May 2014
For want of a better body,
you traded your health instead,
you traded so much, too much,
that in the end you look quite dead.

For want to be, with the times of history,
you picked up the joint and smoked a few,
and now you can't see clearly.

For want to be tough, and protected at the same time,
you wanted to make quick cash the easy way,
instead of hard work to make the dime.

For want of the pleasures,
that this sorry world does have to offer,
you can't tell what's real anymore,
isn't that just a whopper?

For want of something,
you traded more than your share,
you'll lay it all down on the table, no holding back,
now why would you lie so bare?

Because we want something in return,
and never get enough,
we always think we're hot-shots,
till someone calls our bluff.

For shame, for shame,
traditional values have been lost,
for want of individuality,
we traded our morality, and oh at what the cost.

For shame, for shame,
we blame the politics,
we blame everyone else around,
but to us it never sticks.

For want, for shame,
we only have ourselves to blame.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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