Vision

Go and whine
    For there is plenty to complain,
Take some drugs for soothing
    Watch TV for pain

Cry for boredom
   See a psychologist for resort,
Feel all that is material
   Only give what can be bought.

Hear nothing!
   For truth might corrupt your day,
Blindly chase those fields of desert
   In this city by the bay.

Scream: SALVATION!
    For you truly need to cry
Streams of unlived emotions
   Something left to try.