It never seems
That I remember
Lost dreams
Nor grind enough weed
To satisfy my need
To surrender
Searching for what it means
A contender
To life’s insatiable greed
A giant pretender
Gratitude is the attitude
To find the originator
Or am I too lost to
Find clarity
It’s self-preservation
In this nation
We’re debating
It’s constant humiliation
Never a vacation
We’re at war with ourselves
The big proverb imitator.
Leanna 