Knowledge,
Stunted by the inertia of flaccid attitude,
No passion displayed,
Billions go lost,
Gold bullion as well,
We rest,
Living dead,
Carving our tomb stones,
As opportunities lay us aside,
While we dream,
Want,
Need,
The diva,
To come to us,
And disrobe,
Without effort.
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