**Like the merchant who claimed to have a spear that could penetrate anything
And a shield that nothing could penetrate
This is a paradox, and it will be loved by many
For the same reasons that many hate
As the wise young man with dreadlocks
Grows older and wiser... though baldness is his fate
He knows when to slow his pace, where haste would make him late
In due time his meekness would pay off
And they will say "His insignificance made him great."
Fly on the wall... unseen to all
Watching and laying in wait
In his principles he remains grounded, which allows him to levitate
Above the chaos
And find sanity in madness
Sanity... to calculate
To make choices, from experience of indecision
Without taking aim, to hit his target with utmost precision
A rational mind, complimented by gut feeling
Result oriented, but if they found out his method
It would probably leave them perplexed, like an honest man caught stealing.**
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:19 AM UTC
**Like the merchant who claimed to have a spear that could penetrate anything
And a shield that nothing could penetrate
This is a paradox, and it will be loved by many
For the same reasons that many hate
As the wise young man with dreadlocks
Grows older and wiser... though baldness is his fate
He knows when to slow his pace, where haste would make him late
In due time his meekness would pay off
And they will say "His insignificance made him great."
Fly on the wall... unseen to all
Watching and laying in wait
In his principles he remains grounded, which allows him to levitate
Above the chaos
And find sanity in madness
Sanity... to calculate
To make choices, from experience of indecision
Without taking aim, to hit his target with utmost precision
A rational mind, complimented by gut feeling
Result oriented, but if they found out his method
It would probably leave them perplexed, like an honest man caught stealing.**
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