Stupid Idiot

by

Thomas Granger

I feel it in the starlight, burning bright with ornery flame
It is like I remember, almost different but the same
To be so many things upon my list of things to be
I storm my very intellect to wind up skipping me

I tend to be much wiser than I can take credit for
Though many times, I cannot lie, I need to be way more
Smarter to begin with in my tall, industrious tale
If not for, to remember come an echo of betrayal

Now I do not mean to worry though still I worry of
The pouring of the teardrops that were meant to show you Love
Because I am so different, I am the same in toll my needs
My heart beats oh so slowly, although in repair it bleeds

So many of my feelings spent on others left behind
Taken them with everything I'm saving in my mind
As part of my own lesson made to teach me all the rules
Showing all the geniuses, so much they are the fools

So I guess again in riddles built to rid me of the blame
I try to recall properly, yet I don't know the name
My educated findings here would lead me to conclude
My brain has come detached just like my mouth has come unglued

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from: Toronto, ON, CA

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