Forgotten with time, Lost beyond lines, Obvious the obliviousness is mine;
I am without directions, Knowing not where to go, Following the path always further from my home;
Make what you will from that which you do, Forget what others say, Possibilities up to you;
Dumb founded is the place I once stood to listen, Ideas like water, When the sun shines they glisten;
Anesthesia creates the feel of being numb, Even though the pain persists, Neurons tell me that there's none;
Having nothing to say is worst than being mute, Being tone deaf is bad if you play the flute, Tasty and flavourful is the flesh of rotting fruit.
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