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Brilliant minds suffer the most
Maybe I'll rekindle a fire
A heart of true desire
Maybe I'll find one higher
In my shadow is
light and dark chatters
shades of conscious matters
Lonely man I am sad to say
In my fucking head all day
thinking of rhymes
wasting my time
I wish I was on an island
in a sweet sea of ignorance
brilliant minds suffer the most
they suffer from themselves
like their own personal ghost
A heart of true desire
Maybe I'll find one higher
In my shadow is
light and dark chatters
shades of conscious matters
Lonely man I am sad to say
In my fucking head all day
thinking of rhymes
wasting my time
I wish I was on an island
in a sweet sea of ignorance
brilliant minds suffer the most
they suffer from themselves
like their own personal ghost
Published 27th Jul 2017
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27th Jul 2017 2:44pm
"They" do say, ignorance is bliss..
true; in a sense..
great write and thanks for sharing. :)
true; in a sense..
great write and thanks for sharing. :)
