Requiem for a Dream

How I yearn for the old days, when love reigned supreme; when cacophonies of kisses & cuddles would rise from busy city streets like wild-hearted jazz; when it was much easier to keep the faith, our spirits raised to uppercase. These days, we’re continually mauled by rabid soundbites of terrorist attacks & highly poisonous politics. These days, it’s one Judas goat after another leading Lady Liberty to slaughter. These days it feels like we’ve traded oxygen for nitroglycerine. Every day, we gotta work a little harder to rediscover joyful optimism. Start by taking two wheels off the misanthropic tricycle. Turn it into a non-cynical unicycle.


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