Two Tall Poppies
We sit up here On our own Watch how they steer For we have grown Taller than them We ponder their ways Up on this stem We see shades of greys Subconscious are their minds On auto, they do run We read between the lines As they think they're having fun They really do not know How warped their vision is While we can eas'ly see They've made their lives a quiz No point in trying to call Up here, we can't be heard Yet they still want us to fall So they label us both "nerd" Oh, so petty, yes indeed Are their attempts to cut us down Full of jealously and greed They are ever tightly bound There is little we can do Their souls aren't even half Of ours so me and you Can just sit up here and laugh.
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"Painters paint their pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence." - Leopold Stokowski
"Do you know that our soul is composed of harmony?" - Leonardo da Vinci
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