Satisfaction runs from me
And kicks dust into my face
If I peer through the settling cloud
I can almost see it in the distance
I very much play the fool
who wades in the cooling waters
a dreadful thirst rises in me
But I am too stubborn to drink
A vice to quench the temporary
need to speed the inevitable.
Breathe it in or choke it down.
It comes and goes just as fast.
The boy in me wants sweets and cakes
and to clamor all day long
The man wants love and respect
and to wrestle sumptuously into the night
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