You interogate me with a gaze as crazed as a cat in the rain
your meager chatter bores me as you intrude in to my thoughts
Drought is all you can get and really all you can fit in that jumbled heap you call a mind
blind to all sense and dense with ritualistic ambitions and a morale code that would make the devil wince. But acceptable is what you make of it and the degree of freedom you have is is just the measurement of the burden you joyously carry.
Real thought, not that which you've heard of or seen, but true inate wisdom being geisued up from your soul showering your minds with pure imagination, that is life and the seed of progrees that's what scares you, you're good at what you do and to change it would to be change you and even for the better that would be just too much th ask. Selfishness is the disease of the age and to let creativity , humbleness , and love flourish woould be alot to ask, in regard to our ego, we all need to quit haiting.
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