what is the purpose of misery
why can't i be happy
my dreams are filled with fantasy beyond imagination
yet my life is no more extrordinary then that of a worm
i wish for much
but ask for little
does that make sense
or is my logic not sane
to stand out is my wish
but i ask to be content
seems sane enough
but perhaps i do not understand stand truth
people live
some selfishly
some not
but they hardly ever think their way is wrong
that is truth
yet they declare me wrong
dreams are but of the subconsious
yet i see the imangined when i'm awake
everything is a portal to new ideas
but you have to look truely deeper
look to the soul
and not the outer skin
perhaps when you accomplish simplicity
you can grasp meaning to your words
for i hear nothing as you speak
only the jostle of the wind
give me hope
do not shame me
for you are to blame
for you cannot see my soul
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