Too many ideas
Not enough pages for me,
You see my head is clogged like
A beat up old rusty pipe
My mind can't focus on one idea long enough
To polish and refine it like a diamond in the rough
It's tough to be a poet, you see
The peaks are as high as mount Everest
And the valleys lower than the dead sea
So your head and heart will never rest
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Too many ideas
Not enough pages for me,
You see my head is clogged like
A beat up old rusty pipe
My mind can't focus on one idea long enough
To polish and refine it like a diamond in the rough
It's tough to be a poet, you see
The peaks are as high as mount Everest
And the valleys lower than the dead sea
So your head and heart will never rest
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