How much I love them

How can I cast off these ambitions?

The constant searching,

and half truths,

that push work when work should end.

I want to move towards the simplicity,

that has no currency,

no value,

in well dressed rooms.

Give me the old Gods and the old myths,

give me a yellow haired baby,

asking me for whatever she wants to eat.

Let me sleep.

Let me smile.

Let them all know,

just how much,

I love them.

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