Scarcity

Conventionally
Work is pleasant and rewarding
Conform early, learn the basics
Demonstrate accordingly

But more and more it seems
We've learned a yearning in our core
To be free in essence
To be let loose from the hoard

We are not so sure
Of our purpose anymore
Or the meaning of being
Who we are, and what for

It’s no mystery
Cultures of drugs and promiscuity
Is consistently habitual 
By so many in mutiny

Wanting to be something different
A gem, a rarity
Disease of our society
We feed souls of scarcity.

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