Some things come far to easy, to a mind that quickly grasps
The nuances of people, and the locks upon their clasps
Of great talents like this, there are few who can proclaim
They are master of another, and so, burn with brighter flame
Leaders among the flock, they harbor no self doubt
Down the byway of conviction, toward the only out
Where the path is leading, and the methods that are used
Are not subject to our questions, and more than likely, are abused
Perhaps upon our waking, with open eyes, we shall find
The locks placed upon us, are only, in our minds
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
Some things come far to easy, to a mind that quickly grasps
The nuances of people, and the locks upon their clasps
Of great talents like this, there are few who can proclaim
They are master of another, and so, burn with brighter flame
Leaders among the flock, they harbor no self doubt
Down the byway of conviction, toward the only out
Where the path is leading, and the methods that are used
Are not subject to our questions, and more than likely, are abused
Perhaps upon our waking, with open eyes, we shall find
The locks placed upon us, are only, in our minds
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