WHAT IS IT THAT WE NOW DESIRE?

There is so much a lack of words to look forward to,
There is so much a shortage of expression left.
That we are limiting ourselves.
It is a paradox.

So common it is to say bloody "brilliant";
That even the sparkle that I once saw
That glinted at the word
Is dim in the low light of dusk.

Night is coming.
Unless we can switch on an artificial light.
And just try to keep our rooms lit through the night.
We will survive to the new morning of fresh dew.

Here a fresh modesty will start.
One in which the truth is expressed as truth.
One for the common to merge with the high.
To disengage our complacency.

The words not spoken
Are the greatest treasures kept in life.
It is time that we understand actual meaning.
It is time to turn to first gear.

For here lies the fine sand that flows;
Through the hourglass of ordinary time.

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