Thoughts about a future free of want, I laid morals down like straw. Traded off a growing dream,

Thoughts about a future free of want, I laid morals down like straw. Traded off a growing dream, Tossed it screaming Into an empty Grail. I'll live where the comfort is, There's no room there for breaking loose. The record is stuck, an abandoned port Stands empty, doesn't believe in prayers. And the nuclear icebreaker, crushed by spite, whines. Got scared, blurted out something stupid, Broke loose, uncensored. Well, hello there, dear wisdom, Forgive me, abstract surrealism.