FIXED
Not quite spayed, but kind of close
Cut off from things I long for most
Love and passions far away,
Though I’m where they’re not,
I have to stay.
It’s better to be sensible and pick up coins
Then chase even paradise,or physical joy
And yet the money doesn’t gleam,
Not enough to replace my dreams.
Harder to move forward
Without someday.
A future that is new and fresh
Sparkling its way to my success.
(It might even be worth being stressed.)
For now, I sit and watch TV
Full of images I can see rather than be
Pending a kind of immortality
Or something happening magically.
(Is there something left for me?)
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