I Concur

With chapped lips and knotted hair,

I sat.

A long dirt road was my bed,

I lay.

In my mind I am running far away,

I rest.

But I do digress, I am no runaway,

I play.

With a bag filled with nothingness,

I walk.

Into the night sky with stars hung high,

I watch.

My eyes wetted by the dew,

I stood.

Like a statue with a fierce attitude,

I pondered.

A thinker they do consider me one,

I disagree.

A philosopher like Socrates,

I envy.

A mind so precious to have,

I listen.

To words that are repeated,

I wonder.

And with these ideas,

I give.

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