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Don't try to move Just Be still You must prove It"s your will Just be, Quietly Silently Chill No technology No phones No emails No fax Mythology Bones Trails Relax Thoughts flow through my head like streams upon the riverbed Constantly haunting me Is it a plague or am I free Wondering what it is I truly do seek On this Hedonistic journey for pleasure Once I finally reach the highest peak Will I even care if there isn't any treasure And even if there was, how much is really ever enough? No matter how much was there I would still feel rough The journey is over, but at least you can buy more stuff Many toys to play with but your hands are tightly cuffed Look a brand new thing to crave How much money did you save? I"ll take that secret to my grave As a true consumer ridden slave Everyone wants what they just can't have Eyeing your neighbor"s prize like a vulture Euphemise it veal instead of saying calve Euthanized a deal, our throw away culture I want more more more, that's mine not yours So blessed to have our choice of each amenity We"ve bore ourselves into consumer ****** So stressed when all we should seek is serenity
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
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Don't try to move Just Be still You must prove It"s your will Just be, Quietly Silently Chill No technology No phones No emails No fax Mythology Bones Trails Relax Thoughts flow through my head like streams upon the riverbed Constantly haunting me Is it a plague or am I free Wondering what it is I truly do seek On this Hedonistic journey for pleasure Once I finally reach the highest peak Will I even care if there isn't any treasure And even if there was, how much is really ever enough? No matter how much was there I would still feel rough The journey is over, but at least you can buy more stuff Many toys to play with but your hands are tightly cuffed Look a brand new thing to crave How much money did you save? I"ll take that secret to my grave As a true consumer ridden slave Everyone wants what they just can't have Eyeing your neighbor"s prize like a vulture Euphemise it veal instead of saying calve Euthanized a deal, our throw away culture I want more more more, that's mine not yours So blessed to have our choice of each amenity We"ve bore ourselves into consumer ****** So stressed when all we should seek is serenity
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
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