Start at the same point every morning
and end at the same point each night
The same dreams propel the motion
through each action when I wake
Looking to fill the same empty spaces
while trying to find a higher truth
Seeking the perfect woman to help me
make the most of what time I have left
A poem for breakfast, a poem for lunch,
a poem for snacks, a poem for dinner
There is nothing new under the sun
yet I keep trying to disprove the theory
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