William Steffey - The Remedy

Am I done with external things
I thought might bring me pleasure?
What then fills the hole instead
While I hunt for inner treasures?
Can I point with a pin
When my palatial home became a tiny jail?
Was it a race for someone else to win
Before my avocado boat set sail?
Warmed by a comfy memory
Or on whatever crap I'd been depending
This simple moment might just be the remedy
For disbelief I've been suspending
Am I done with external things
I thought might set me free?
Hundred years with softer strangers' power over me
The soul of an Olympian
And the clothing of an old old boy
Bending my being to reach for the stars
But here is where these very moments are
Warmed by a comfy memory
Or on whatever crap I'd been depending
This simple moment might just be the remedy
For disbelief I've been suspending
Warmed by a comfy memory
Or on whatever crap I'd been depending
This simple moment might just be the remedy
For disbelief I've been suspending
I've been suspending
The mind makes better servant than a master
The mind makes better…
Warmed by a comfy memory
Or on whatever crap I'd been depending this simple moment
Might just be the remedy
For disbelief I've been suspending
Warmed by a comfy memory
Or on whatever crap I'd been depending this simple moment
Might just be the remedy
For disbelief I've been suspending
Warmed by a comfy memory
Or on whatever crap I'd been depending this simple moment
Might just be the remedy
For disbelief I've been suspending

Written by:
William Steffey

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