Poezja

Surrounded by know-nothings
Who know to keep re-kindling
The fire that went out so long ago
Beneath the house of growth and stow
In a memory of a simpler time
Which is sold and does not shine
As the dream burns
It makes the universe turn
You see your mind is your master
And it keeps getting faster
Owned and dried out 
By the ones you can't live without
Know that your daily recluse
Is the lethal abuse
Hoping life has a discount
The number of lives you had was a miscount