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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