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Carbon Dust

Carbon Dust

With Armstrongs boots
And Lennons mind
We could break free of captivityย 
Leave our bodies behind

Looking in from the outside
With a refreshed perspectiveย 
Analysing independently
Breaking free of the collectiveย 
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Forgetting what our grey matter
Is conditionedย 
And concerned about

Remembering
Realising and Identifying
The false wealthย 
We can live withoutย 

Unlearn the toxic vision
Shared by the corporate classes
Time and love is wealthย 
Educate the massesย 

So called precious minerals
Fuelled by want and lustย 
Only blind fools yearn
For compressed carbon dust

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Syd

Thank you Nigel. Much appreciated mate.

- Sydย 

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Syd

Thank you Lisa. I'm glad you enjoyed this one.

- Sydย 

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Jayne Curry

ย I love this. Makes you truly think about what matters in life. if only we all had lennons mind the world might be a better place. We are all trapped in consumption and great. Can we really ever free ourselves as much as we might try?... xxย 

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Syd

I agree. We're all trapped in consumption and greed to some extent. It's how how we've been influenced and conditioned over the centuries. Good point Jayne, thanks for your comment.

- Syd xx

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