I am an addict

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We keep indulging without caution
Burying ourselves in activities
That consumes us whole
Till we have no external identity.

Some are buried in trees
Some are buried in meals
Some are buried in culture
Some are buried in feelings
Some are buried in God.

Addicted we are
to anything that gives
our trivial existence meaning.

For the dreamers it is science
For the revolutionaries it is politics
For the artists
We are addicted to
Conveying pleasure and pain.

Rip off the flag
Erase the fancy titles
Forget the elaborate dates
Dust off the grandiose that accompanies being a part of belonging.
What will remain is emptiness
That only an activity and identity drug
can fill.

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