Random Thoughts of a Depressed Academic (Poetry)
You can do whatever you want
But you'll never get what you need
You'll be chasing simple fun
But never know true ecstasy
Everyone wants to be free
But what nobody can see
Is that we are all slaves
To a life of banality
Where there should be love
There is only loneliness
Where there are hawks
There should be doves
And when all is said and done
All we will ever have is the sun
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