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Again, my brain is tickled by my mind
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and it's not bright enough outside
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for me to try to hide behind
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the sunlight's shine and squinted eyes.
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I thought that I would be alright
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as long as I stand strong and fight..
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But now I'm trying to escape the metaphysical plight
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of realizing I'm the one that started this fight
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'cause to fight now feels more like I'm killing myself,
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and feel free to tell me that I'm going to hell,
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but I can't understand why "the man" would plan,
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these complex patterns on palms of hands
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to initially seem much more confusing
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than the thought processes we're all using
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our entire lives to consider everything;
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to read; to breath; to learn how to sing.
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And within this process, however convoluted,
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even each idea of "God" is included.
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Our bodies may be forever limited
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by the physical world they exist within
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but each mind's an eternal limerick
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in the universe's cosmic poetry book.
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25 Sep 11

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Well done.
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Thanks! And I just write stuff and I'm not familiar with any poets in detail. I just have fun, so maybe that's all it is ;)
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