Nothing Is the Same
Consistency ruined my very existence
No fun for the one they call talented
Work is my second bed, fun is but a dream
Spirals twirl within my mind constantly
Miny typhoons pillage my thought process
To be great means being alone
My work fails to meet my comfort level
Comforted not, I search for the love that I lost
The fun we once shared is no longer amusing
Seriousness has weakened me tremendously
The ache of my heart causes many hurricanes
The ongoing search for what was
Ruined by greatness, poisoned by intelligence
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