Life is a war hard won.
You get moments of brilliance
But there's a lot which isn't fun.
Behold the lillies who neither toil nor spin
But who listens to Dylan?
"We'll never find THE answer blowing in the wind!"
And yet people complain of self fulfil-less prophesies
That they pump into their children:
Their escapist, dreaming progeny:
Who consume each chance to leave
This dream of adversarial sovreignty.
And here I sit and muse all the while
Just wishing for the dream:
10 million simple smiles.
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