No Ceilings

So I write

To skip a beat

I’ll make the bread

But where’s the meat?


I drive fast

To chase my goals

I never stop

To rest my soul


But now I stop

And my eyes see

Rest a moment

Feel the scene



I’ve come to see

If I thrive in reality

Sometimes I don’t believe


But then I witness those who suffer

Have no supper

Eating out of garbage dumpsters


While others splurge

On the unmoral urge

To gain more and more

And enlarge their floors


But why is this so

Blow slow

Look up

Where did the ceilings go

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