(Document Begin) |---------------------| |I WANT SOMETHING MORE| |---------------------| Tabbed out by Johan Karlsson (raherer@hotmail.com) A F going through a world of sad debris, A F regard quixotic reveries of ownership, A G F E the blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, F C D E the ancient western treadmill or deception and derision F G A but I want something more racing through a life of tragic wastage I experience the loss of trust and innocence, the billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons, as we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision, but I want something more (Document End)