Poetry

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Is there anybody out there, that thinks like me?

who can soar on wings, in mind,

yet is bound by life at heart

someone who knows who i am , how i think, like a fire entrapped by thunder,

someone with the freedom to imagine, yet no talent to draw,

who can compose beautiful symphonies of the heart, yet cannot sing their emotion,

are you like me, can you see them? 

the dragons and starships in my mind,

locked in my imagination, no bridge to reality,

can you think so hard, the thoughts can't be said, in no tongue known to man,

yet can you clear your mind, and hear the whispers, of ideas that will never see the light of dawn,

and i know you can understand that i'm not normal,

question is, can you come to accept it?

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