the desire for excess rekindling
As our hearts and wallets take a hit
Memories of pain still lingering
I think we're missing it
Forgotten are the meaning and reason
To skip the empty acts is near treason
Getting what we want is life or death
But just the rat race of another season
Seeking to be better with each and every breath
Extra hours for a few extra bucks
Finding the perfect gift with the other schmucks
Not making it to the recital, the party, the skit
Creating emotional baggage filling dump trucks
I think we're missing it
Loved ones replaced with Facebook likes
Negative comments like enemy airstrikes
Dismissed are the widows and orphans
Those in need mounted on pikes
Living our life for a high of endorphins
Hours away or all alone
No one reaches out through card or phone
Painful thoughts of family and lights all lit
Families still broken from stones thrown
I think we're missing it
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