The Thinker
a perfect world, those words get so swirled
is it all perspective, or just selective rivers
do i dare deliver such a crazy prayer
as the mayor steeps, the angles creep
conscious yet asleep, fishing in our ocean
wishing for our promotion for a new way to recieve speech
some say naive yet our provenance from stars is belief
sometimes it can be hard to say, what feels my way
maybe i lack the confidence, to portray today
but if our rhymes could touch the soul
we'ed all be singing on grassy knolls
until then this tinker must remain a free thinker
enjoying every grain, unraveling every chain
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