Falling over and on
Stumbling upon
Giants of Unlearned Lessons
I keep singing a song
That dehydrates my bones
Full speed and headstrong
In the wrong direction
I'm a battered kite blown
By the winds of confusion
Why the other man's crowned
And I'm at the darkest bottom
So high I've grown
Yet inside I'm gone
Answers unknown
To my excruciating questions
Whole world I now own
I got bank accounts of billions
Then I met a saintly person
Who hasn't much bucks and mansions
Why does he, for some reason
Seem to have what I want to sit on
Not a sofa bed or cushion
But bliss and peace of ten oceans
Photo credit: http://www.macsadvocacy.com/tag/lifes-struggle/
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