I search for Utopia in
In a dystopian world,
I descend valleys,
And ascend mountains,
I ask the wise
And not so wise,
I look for gold
And find dross,
I fret and fume
Swimming against the current -
Fatiguing myself in vain,
I repose,
A deep inhalation I take;
Utopia is
A hundred yards away,
If I only Love.
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