To think? To dream? To eat?
To dance?
Who has time to dance?
What is there to think about?
Or what is there to say
That has never been said
Before? Anything worthwhile?
Where have all the dreamers
Gone? Their eyes are pried
Open and no one sleeps--
Is there anyone who has dreamed?
When is it time to eat, to feast,
To gather together and give thanks
For what we have
(And what we don't...)?
Why is anyone inspired to dance?
Is there music playing anymore?
Can anyone keep a beat,
If not, can they be taught?
How is it that anyone survives,
Without the very things that
Bring us immense joy, peace, love?
These days, they're all but forgotten.
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