Wanting nothing gaining everything
Detach and declare to the deviant mind
Snatch the nightmare that threatens to bind
Shod your feet with the finest of soil
Worthwhile reward for your labor and toil
Running circles stamping out fire
Will it matter when you’re on the pyre?
Detach and declare victory to the overworked mind
Then come to me to rest…seek and you will find
Floating above the masses in awakening
Mind, body and soul quaking
It wasn’t hard to leave it behind
I left a breadcrumb trail for those inclined
Shaken…not stirred
As my dream engine whirred
We’ll meet in the ether
The pathway there is gold beneath her
Higher, higher and higher still
The only way I reach it just now is with a quill
The feather of which lufts me with ease
This may be the cure for our disease

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