Rush to Nowhere
We rush to conserve
Avoiding that upward curve
As if we have controlled
Over what we are told
Put more propellers in the breeze
Cut down those wind blocking trees
Build more dams for water control
And maybe we will save our soul
We know there is a nowhere
We only need to rush to get there
Everything will be OK
Coming soon a better day
Rabid Poet
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