So many (the mighty)
chase the dollar,
others fame, the sage,
the scholar-
incomplete, and they
don’t know why;
sensations, to try to fly-
incomplete without you,
rotting and dying, all they do
until they find you.
Manic laughter, tears abound
and no one hears them
fall to the ground.

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