Somehow he had managed to fall in with a group of Transcendentalists
Devoted to the power and purpose of the individual
He espoused that everything that mattered
Was readily available in every person's soul
And emphasized
That every person
Had a good soul
His purpose, he claimed, was to learn to feel
Feel everything and anything
Feel the earth, feel the sky
And to let his imagination run his life
He shunned structure and organization
At all costs
The dictates that held sway in his life
Were those of nature
Nature was, he repeated time and again
All he or anyone ever needed
As far as physical comfort
Was concerned
The masses devoting their lives
To desiring and acquiring
The latest and the greatest
Had lost sight of what was truly meaningful
He said mankind was not meant to be enslaved
By time
Animals never looked at clocks
Those people who lived in the plastic reality
Of the artificial world
Punching time cards, collecting paychecks
He wanted nothing to do with them
Except, of course
When he had his hand out for some spare change
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