please bring me something to distract
from pain and ambiguity
from all the brutal things I see
and all the insincerity
the world is cruel with wanton greed
and all the baser traits
I see no savior in the clouds
as humankind awaits
you say that we must save ourselves
that is a noble thought
one thing that passing time reveals
salvation can't be bought
for all my life I've wondered what
a common man could do
to change the world and waken love
if only in a few
but old and tired I've given up
it gives my head a pain
please give me something to distract
and sooth my fevered brain
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That's very Keatsian. We all need to escape from the harshness of reality at times. Very well expressed. A universal plea.
...from harsh reality and from physical pain. Medical marijuana was overwhelming voted in for Florida but conservative politicians are dragging their feet and piling on restrictions.