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| Post URL: Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone. - Bob Dylan
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Bob Dylan didn't write the poem you are about to read [if you decide to], but I thought it was a good title for this thread since this poem has no title.
What does this poem make you think?
What makes a sane man crazy, makes a crazy man sane,
Lose an arm today and you'll never be the same,
Breathless to regain what you left behind,
Restless you'll go insane or step back in line,
Break ways of sudden chaos to find where your mind went blind,
Fake rays of mudden will faze us to lead us to a time that may unwhine a lie,
Because sane or insane we're only gonna die,
Plain or unplain none of us will rise high,
Trained or untamed people will wonder why,
And now my future days will go to waste,
Just how my ruther ways turned bitter in taste,
Though black and yellow makes the crazy man mellow,
True crimes will always bother an unfathered fellow,
Cruel times will rule minds and make souls shallow,
They’ll fuel rhymes on draft lines and give men sorrow,
You borrow one life, and then you die tomorrow,
Without seeing the change that has ranged from mid-town to the city,
It’s a pity, the Sun's light doesn't exist where it's best to ignite and stop a murderist,
Or to end a fight and erase from this list,
To find a better measure, mankind has lost its treasure,
It’s changed from a rock to a feather, ready to be destroyed in thunderous weather,
Becoming weaker and weaker in the mind all together,
Struggling to see the sign that's anything but clever,
And don't ever expect to receive respect you'll be deceived and turned into a wreck,
Never be relieved so you go in to get checked,
They call you naive and a total reject, no one will even try to believe the things you detect,
Then you see the world in a different view,
Your mind is hurled that these people have no clue,
The fact they never hold true to the things they do,
Then you start seeing things that you never knew,
It’s the sins that we do that make the sky blue,
And when it’s night your unguided so you fall through,
Nothing’s right so you try to re-write it but come up with nothing new,
So this rhyme is a note to myself,
This last line is what I wrote and put on my shelf.
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