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The Drifters
Alive, and not alive
Five days and only Two, A Slave,
Not by choice, but still a Slave.
To Material Existence
(and an Empty Soul)
Fooled with toys, and gold
to surrendering their spirit.
Alive, but...dead
and flat on the surface.
Dim in power of Mind. Not thoughts or dreams, but
ACTION.
A slave. Not by choice, but
still a slave.
Drifting
through life, only (or not)
to realize too late, the Deception Of Their Lives.
Slaves to the Demons.
Yeah, maybe I'm just slow, but isn't this about consumerism? And what's with all of the capitalized phrases...are they allusions?
Money is the root of all evil! This poem ROCKS! I mean it is great! Grey, how ya been? No new poetry lately~ What's up with that?