No More Dust
No More Dust
Smoky flames crawling, vanishing above,
Do have ways to start but ends at infinity.
Yet, indeed it crawls to reach the tip of a frugal lifetime.
No one is suspicious, where it vanished.
Endorsing of terror, and excruciating state of socialistic slush,
Do have highs but ends at lows.
Yet, indeed all these are unapproachable to the dilettante.
No one is yelping for what had happened,
Or the attempting strangers have carpeted ears.
Those are free from sounds of yelping,
Still, have fears of intuitions within.
The extremities of being haggler,
Confronted with reluctant states, but its end is infinite.
Yet indeed poor yokels continue to flounder day by day.
No rebel, No rebel for this feverish system.
Pendulum says its time to clean it up.
No more, No more,
No more the dust will remain..