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Laugh at me now. Question my sanity. Look down upon me In pity. Tell me what you want to hear What you want to see. Tell me why it matters. Prove to me Why you don't understand. You're scared. Having an idealist around worries you. It bother you that I chose A path dissimilar to yours. Uncommon. Unconventional. Unique. Mine You fear my success. Not for my sake. You know I'll be alright Deep down. But for your sake. You want another follower To "lead" Another soft shell to fill With more of you. To mold Minionize Hypnotize. I happened to be too solid. You never expected me to be. Smarter In a practical sense. Your PhD could have Pulled humble deeds from your heart But it placed upon you heavy doubt Of who you are without that title. I heard you regretted it all. That you're not happy. The salary is nice But it's empty pay. I had my eyes set on a different picture. One of fulfillment. One of pleasure. Enjoyment. Pride In my ability Not in my degree. And that To some degree Is worth everything to me.
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Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:49 AM UTC
To Some Degree
Laugh at me now. Question my sanity. Look down upon me In pity. Tell me what you want to hear What you want to see. Tell me why it matters. Prove to me Why you don't understand. You're scared. Having an idealist around worries you. It bother you that I chose A path dissimilar to yours. Uncommon. Unconventional. Unique. Mine You fear my success. Not for my sake. You know I'll be alright Deep down. But for your sake. You want another follower To "lead" Another soft shell to fill With more of you. To mold Minionize Hypnotize. I happened to be too solid. You never expected me to be. Smarter In a practical sense. Your PhD could have Pulled humble deeds from your heart But it placed upon you heavy doubt Of who you are without that title. I heard you regretted it all. That you're not happy. The salary is nice But it's empty pay. I had my eyes set on a different picture. One of fulfillment. One of pleasure. Enjoyment. Pride In my ability Not in my degree. And that To some degree Is worth everything to me.
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Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:49 AM UTC
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