Standing in the middle of a highway onramp
At two in the afternoon,
A man is tearing at his clothing
And shouting at the passing cars: "Wake up!"
He himself is on the verge of an awakening.
He'll find that no one is asleep,
At least not completely.
They're just distracted by so many things.
This poor man will soon learn
To appreciate good, comfortable clothes,
The pleasant sound of a newsman talking on a radio
And the way his toes feel cozy
After removing his sweaty socks.
He will learn, or he will be taken to a place
Where he can be taught.
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