i'm tired of running to and fro
marching to the beat of swiss machinery
and the frenzy of new york workaholism
why does every passerby
shoot demands at me like arrows
that flesh cannot satisfy
i'm tired of wanting
the older i grow, the better i know
what it is i desire
knowledge only makes it harder to do without
and i'm tired of feeling
like life is something that happens to me
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