My overwhelming brain drives me insane
Much like a lion that has not been tamed
It’s hard to refrain from knowledge gained
Life is a game, everyone is the same
Listen and obey all that is important
From the time the sun comes up and glistens
Ignore the slimy deceitful serpent
'Til the moon has rigorously risen
My spirit is a loosely burning fire
Dancing to inspirational music
It is hard not to admire the liars
For reality can make you lose it
Out of all the world’s icky issues
I love you for being at my rescue
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