I wake knowing there's something wrong
with the world, our culture and our ways,
Knowing there's room for change in the
world. Time to be it. Time today,
Time for an old-fashioned fire sale.
Our outdated lives must go,
Replaced by the new and improved world
I want for my progeny to know.
I wake knowing I'm full content with
the world, just like the day before.
I have everything that a man like me
needs. I'd feel wrong to ask for more.
Time marches on, wind-aided always by
unstopping, careless change,
And those content, satisfied with life
now are tramped 'neath the parade.
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