Living
Everything is here
That could possibly be needed
For a comfortable, easy life
All that can be measured in clothes and cars
Every modern convenience
Every appliance, every gadget
Sheet glass and steel that shine
Polished by the daily help
Every room a showcase
Of angles and the cleanest lines
Witness the good, the better things
That come from a lifetime’s striving
And long-houred, hard working
The very trappings of success
Nothing is missing
And there is a sense of completeness
Here there are no loose ends
Nor material wants and needs
That are not, or cannot, be satisfied
At a moment’s notice
And we can live life to the full
Going anywhere, at any time
To fulfil the slightest whim
Or the merest craving
Of our heart’s desire
And yet
and yet
and yet
Within this Prozac dream-home
Of shining achievement
Whilst we sleep in King-sized splendour
A spirit creeps about in the night
And breathes hoarsely
And whispers insistently
Of an un-nameable something
And will not be silenced
And in the morning
When we awake, un-refreshed
There remains an ache inside
An empty feeling of nothing
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