Catching Stars
By wordweaver
Turbines pump and pistons flareTo assault the ears and insult the airThe nostrils burn whilst heart does yearnTo flee to fields and feel the airWhen duty calls and sirens singIts time to crown the corporate kingIn rank and file amassed in pilesAll gold and greed and empty thingsFor life the sacrifice must beTo circumstance and industryWhat cares for dreams or infant schemesLike catching starsAnd climbing trees.... Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 12:02 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Turbines pump and pistons flareTo assault the ears and insult the airThe nostrils burn whilst heart does yearnTo flee to fields and feel the airWhen duty calls and sirens singIts time to crown the corporate kingIn rank and file amassed in pilesAll gold and greed and empty thingsFor life the sacrifice must beTo circumstance and industryWhat cares for dreams or infant schemesLike catching starsAnd climbing trees......."