there are too many people that love to hate, and hate to think
they love to memorize, but never can remember
they look, but they don't see
they ask, but never listen
they say to me, your thoughts is too complex, and too ideal
i say to them, your mind is absent, you forgot what means to think, and you are stuck in useless repetition
~~~*O*~~~
pass me my boots, i am not afraid to leave
whatever's shallow shall remain as such
as always I, look back with no remorse
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