"When my eyes were closed off to the world
I thought I could dream a thousand dreams
Brighter than the chandelier
of helpless life where pauses are screams
And words but mere menageries
But all I saw were hopeless sighs
Rivers run through memories cries
Of words and pictures of what could,
Grey walls on which were writ what would
Never come true but still it clenched
My eye lids steadfast against the current
of the times that have passed me by
And slowly my gulliver what held high
Sled by, lower, as on a slope
of snowed in hills which only wilt
and drowned me in percussion of what if."
"Such was writ in the diary
of Caid Ali, famed philosopher,
Whose immortal words of 'Why bother?'
I stamped in my soul when I was young
When flung to a world of books, I hung
those kindred thoughts down my neck
And now I realize that I wrecked
My youth in a solemn study of
Old words on listlessness and love
of nothing but sweet innocence
of childhood dreams, a land pleasant
But never had, nor is it meant
To be, happiness is lent
and must be paid back with much interest."
As the lecturer with these words paused
I couldn't help but think of 'Life on Mars'
That old song by Bowie that sang
"It's a God awful sad affair", oh man
and how Shakespeare writ, all the world's a stage
But are we mere actors, or words on a page?
I don't know, but this I know for sure,
Thoughts like these are the words of a bore,
Is what she would have said, my dear girlfriend
And how life is a merry thing to the end
But how can I make her understand
That thoughts and action go hand in hand
When she says such and likes to think
These thoughts are hers, but when to the brink
I've seen her go, suicidal pains
Yet still she's managed to gain
Some semblance of hope and I guess that's good
What are your thoughts on this?
I would
like to say, please stop telling me
Your tales of thoughtless insanity
In sullen words, I don't really care
What you think or would like to share
I have troubles of my own, so kindly please
Go fuck yourself or choke on cheese
P.S. yes I forcefully rhymed
Just you show you to what extent I don't have the time.

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