I was lying awake then,
dreaming of woodstock.
Knowing that, as a child of God,
Buddha would enlighten my feet.
Was told of some devil's bargain
and watched dreams die
in vain.
Life became my disappointment,
miserable and
plain.
Got sick of nine to five-
felt like I was dying
and needed to feel alive.
Watched the sun rise
over the setting Grand Canyon,
contemplated clouds and other
such creations
hoping some change would set our nation free.
Cried when the ball dropped.
Beware of random gunshots,
disguised in a fantasic show.
Colored lights did hypnotize
fleeting souls
computerized.
Tried to find my Innisfree.
But I was left
disillusioned,
meditating
in a Motel Six Bathroom.
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