Dawn broke the night's overcast gloom,
cars struggle thru the thick and thin,
and as we awake to regain our motivation,
should it all be for something,
or for someone,
someone specially suited,
who knows who the next leader will be?
or why or when he will be appointed?
feeding us propaganda to keep the population going strong,
a leader's future madness might bring you to your knees,
as the television glows and hums mesmerizing,
but seem to understand it vaguely,
the mission gone from fascinations,
scenes twice burned out in thought,
I have waited three crazed years for my sign,
with long intertwined crystal intoxication,
has it passed without my knowledge,
the days of senseless journey seem soon gone,
now doubt will be installed terminally,
the sun's glow sheds it's last conception,
and all of the windows and all of the doors everywhere lock,
no one can go out for a long while.
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