Eleven-thirty-five at night,
The McDonald’s drive-thru
Has six cars in line,
But I am only walking by.
I am hungry for more.
I want something big.
I want to fly.
I want to taste the starry sky.
On a grand adventure, I might fall or die,
But I would rather meet death,
Seeking truth and freedom and love,
Than live forever
Waiting in line
For a burger and a small fry.
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