With the hearty input of a jazzed-up sports car
The theory of togetherness fades into an alley of despair.

Excellent selections of voids prepare an analogy of gloom
But where fails the peculiar feat of propensities.

Except for nailed-down arts most loyal friends are cherished
And beyond the wheels of youth appear sponsors of authority.

Negating theories, offering no chronic suggestions
Conjured up from fire-split atoms of corn and machinery.

More than pushed by inertia of success
Actual desires become blown about like beach sand.

Never resting to take needed breaths
Nor leaving any marks on the earth for heirs to assume.

They fall below standards of influence
Never before blasted from earth's surface.

How come are we at liberty to overcome our weaknesses
When those in power flaunt their obstinate usages.

Public influence notwithstanding
We all pray to exist beyond the realm of reality.

Where do we draw the lines?