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Exuberant and fevered
Infinite thoughts pace through my mind
Feels like ballistic missiles of a different kind
Shooting out in this direction and that
Behind the depth of my cranium are they trapped
Aching to break free
Yearning to get down to their native land
Of art and music and rock and roll
Of Richard Nixon cheating on a poll
Of events in the past and long forgotten
Of loves lost and friendships gone rotten
Of burning desire and jealousy
Covering a spectrum as vast as the sea
Of drama and intrigue and mystery
Of lives lost and those to be
Of wooers and lovers and men sought after
Of the hum of silence and chaos of laughter
Of intense passion and overwhelming glee
Of forlorn moods and blues and me
The colors of life they are a plenty
I've seen them all, and more, and i'm just about twenty
Insatiable remains my thirst
To mingle with the universe
And express it all in myriad lines of verse.