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Searching for my place... |
| Like a duke with no name, Wandering through an old castle Looking at dusty coats of arms, I seek my title, praise, and pride Among the ruins of memory. Wandering through an old castle Seems to me a waste of time, As I mash remote buttons In search of my own adventure From the comfort of a lazyboy. Looking at dusty coats of arms Strategically placed behind Fake stone walls, they await discovery By camera and microphone Toting assistants on the payroll. I seek my title, praise, and pride In far different and new ways Than the knights, roamers And adventures who left safety And the things beyond front doors. Among the ruins of memory My mind dredges forth All the could have and would haves That my life wanted to turn into But I still do nothing but dream. |