Comfortably Lost

Statutory warning: Read at your own risk

A desire to not aspire,
Come clean out of any line of fire.
No wish of shiny sapphire,
But a sense of no desire.

Damsels in distress meeting no glances,
In the calmness created since ages.
The same old confusion boils the mind,
Like a seagull flying down blind.

The streets are all the new dimensions,
For any street car named desire.
But for reasons unknown,
Every street is just another satire.

A sweet smile sees a heavy scorn,
In the eye of an average moron.
The intellectual mind is in thought,
Of becoming that average moron.

Fight for the right,
Fight for the flight,
Fight through the day and night,
Hell who cares just sleep tight.