G.R. Gaus (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)
Throw me a line, please pull me in,
I'm going down time and again,
Caught in the current, I'm running thin,
My mind won't set free, the pain.
Lost in thoughts of what I've learned,
Taught by family and friends,
Lately now I've become concerned,
How life gets stuck in these trends.
What happened to peace in being alone?
Without answering to somebody else,
Living in a group is like being a clone,
There is simply no individual self.
No man is an island, for what it's worth,
It might be much better for his soul,
Feeling his thoughts, close to the earth,
Instead of growing up playing a role.
We're all in the same boat, drifting to sea,
Our paddles have been lost with our mind,
Search the world over for the golden key,
While for millenniums we slowly went blind.
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