The insanity of Longing





Practice for a mind to recycle itself, here I stand.

Without my wealth

Treasures hidden

Tongue as sore

Whispers drowning me

Far from shore

I have been

North

I have been West

Yet I see it now

That I was blessed

All these nuggets

Within my lane

Yet greed can drive

A mind

insane

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