Parks and Philosophy are an art
for which too few have the stomach
or the mind, for that matter
and even less the time

For too long have I seen men work
live, dream and strive
towards an imaginary ideal
of love, of safety
of wealth, of power
Only, if only, they saw
the meaning in their own selves

Look away from the glittering ideals of modernity, child
there's beauty in the struggle


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