going through a world of sad debrisregard quixotic reveries of ownershipthe blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretionthe ancient western treadmill of deception and derisionbut I want something moreracing through a life of tragic wastageI experience the loss of trust and innocencethe billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasonsas we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collisionbut I want something more