How The Archaeologist Longs For A Countryside of Color:
Years of research
provides him with
a mind of automatically pictured sand.
Wishes for a sight of trees
Wishes for that soothing breeze
He wishes and wishes and wishes and...
His thoughts are drenched with that same monotone view,
that is the same
the same
the same
the same
Drives him near insane...
He longs to will himself into a blissful Virginian trance,
he longs to but he can't
he can't
he can't
he can't
can't
can't
To retire now,
would be difficult
to live lackadaisically in poverty
in poverty...
Would simply not be
proper living life to the fullest
would instead rather be living quite empty
empty
empty
empty
He longs to will himself into a blissful Virginian trance,
he longs to but he simply can't
can't
can't
can't
can't
And as opposed to searching for a better life,
He sits back, searches for dead
searches for dead
searches for dead
and takes another sip from his cant........een.
And ends another meaningless day of work.
FIN
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