There’s always thoughts behind,
That expressed themselves diff’rently before,
To actu’lize your mind,
That have remained the same your entire life,
Or will they ever change,
Saying the same thing over and over,
Unlike words, rearranged,
So the more you say, the more you reveal,
Puzzle pieces to match,
Soon your mind will be transparent to all,
To correlate with facts,
Then you perish,
Death by transparency,
Everyone is trying to paint the world,
You’ll be a canvas for what their mind sees.
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